Suicide Fate Poems

I hopped the afternoon bus to town
stopping at this, and every, corner.
In front, I heard a balding crown
spewing the words of a scorner.

He rides this...

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Why would I - the maker of this:
desiccated and barren effigy, 
the devastated architect of this 
biological monstrosity -
want to end the great work?

I ask...

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Repugnant Pugilist,

A Lummox dim with a rubble fist. 

Rock to Roc’s Feather.

A Stalwart Rook to blotted weather. 

An over armored Savant slain by adhoc ether....

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Mine psyche riddled with dybbuk
Thru emerging adulthood awareness awoke
within noggin of average baby boomer bloke
catastrophization toward risk taking I evoke
positive growth experiences throughout vast
number of...

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In the moment
When she felt utterly hopeless
When there was no other way out
In the moment of distress 
she couldn't keep her wits about

When she tried...

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I have heard all your excuses 
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers 
With the sweet tears of your...

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With each glance at the rearview mirror
My hands slipping off the wheel
As I drive down memory lane

With each memory flashing before me
My eyes go blind
And...

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Something inside me is calling
Some things are caught on thorny thoughts 
Sometimes I radiate and deviate as thoughts linger

I bleed icy dreams
Dark as ink, silent...

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You are my passion 
You are my Poseidon

My depth of my despair
My depth of infinity

You are my weakness 
You are my bane

My fear of destruction...

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I had this terrible knife
in a terrible dream, then awoke
and saw it hovering above me
in my own hand
waiting to do further damage to
these hacked pieces
of...

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Revival 

Death had me in check. However, I made it him with three pieces my Bishop, my Queen, and always by my side, my King...

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Songwriter 


The songwriter gained great wealth and fame.
Until the songs no longer came.
The price paid for wealth and fame is never known.
Until the moment it...

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With fresh hope start the morning
Welcome the Sun and His work
Bright light is there for all commonly
Why not we use it to render wonder?

All the...

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*Image of Dr. Harold Shipman by Film Daily.

Dr. Harold Shipman: Judge & Executioner: REVISED

The D.A. hoped
a tenth suffice
although they moped
much more be nice
but after all
who'll...

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Queen Bee

Buzz, buzz, buzz... 
Great Queen, I hear your song. 
Making honey with your workers... all night long. 
Sweet nectar of the forest, sweet liquid...

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