Best Thrall Poems

 In Thrall

I’ve scooped plasma from the sun
To cook meals and heat my bath,
Moved Mount Everest just for fun;
None can ever walk my path.

I’ve had dinner on Saturn’s rings,
Kicked the moon like a soccer ball,
Plucked light rays like guitar strings—
I should adorn the walls of...

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green turf covered walls
a tired group of Viking Thrauls
festive banquet halls...

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I'm kept here, chained to myself
The flow of the now, reduced to the was of back then
To that moment, tired an relived
Ever without an ending
Never losing that sting

I know I'm a prisoner of myself
Had the keys all along
But I'd rather feel what I feel
Than not...

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I've awoken in the black
It's a place I've recently been
Looking outside to my inner
I'm guessing you've not seen

As I walk amidst you
Depression is my thrall
It's underlying hunger
Desires to take me to it's Ball

And when there I'll silency dance
Never knowing it's darkened await
Seconds become years
Life's corners...

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My dreams
limited by fantasies
raging unchecked
undermine life
stifling the little promise
left....

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Light a chord progression of sulphur, silver and mist
Set it serpentine and weight the tail 
Fixed upon jewel eye, begin your pass between upright columns
Dimly ribbed it clasps the shallowing shadow
Growing pale from black with furrowed intent
Aware of depth of tone and grains of structure
Static...

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i see it all the suffering call,
where we sense the one God's number,
suffer from the romantic thrall,
colour fades, black on white is called,
cos then we're torn asunder,
look out here comes the thunder...
 chunder-from down-under,

did ya get that taxi's number:)

thank you Russell Sivey,

"Shine on my Ego."

Don

chunder...

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Thrall


The cup has arrived, take my blood.
Fill it up with the good stuff.
Drink the wine, while I unwind these chains.
I have been trapped too long in this self-made cage.


Tear at the bones with perfect teeth.
Ground to a point; been grinding for weeks,
To get the right...

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