Faustian Poems - Poems about Faustian

Just one more duty to perform... The moon is full and navel orange on this hot August night. The crickets and tree frogs have just begun their sublime serenade. In the distance, the steady clickety, clickety, click of a train wending it's way along the track soothes my nerves and before long I am lost in...

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Caught in a spotlight from a star Long time ago extinguished Isn’t it good to see so far A mirrored image finished This view relates to time I guess If one looks from the star side A planet Earth must be a mess That long ago has died Time works like turning of the key It opens lots of spaces I borrowed little time for...

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A smashing sound stirs, they “bang the gavel.” Concessions granted; court begins to unravel. The eight need votes, an agreement was reached. Abandoning rightwing values once preached Tenure, cast it as a repudiation of his failure to lead. Accusations of advancing policies, this day he’ll heed. Policies that harm American families and children What we are really saying is we must...

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Walking down a forsaken road will often lead to mourning Life offers no guarantee of happiness. There is no warning that in dark places, there lurks a wicked demon, spawning temptations before us. We should reject him with scorning Never make a deal with the bird catcher who lies in wait He'll know your weakness and cast a line with...

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Came back for no good reason, other than making a splash Recoiling in horror, when my demons emit a flash Anointed by unholy chrism, absolves me from the trash ...

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We took our chance with trance, nurturing dark desires, holding dear mirrored fear, overcome by despair, with nothing left to cheer. We took our chance with trance, descending from heaven, conjuring an ego, living in a dream world, we’re now loathe to let go. We took our chance with trance, negating pulse of love for momentary gain and lost in the shadows, we’re bound to our thought chain. We took...

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The selling of the soul A conscious act Surely well negotiated Deliberate pact But what if it could be Accidentally made For momentary glory Or getting laid The price too high Small print too small We've heard those excuses We've heard them all You sell your soul When you cross the line You always know From the tingle in your spine You are getting something You are not owed There's a price to...

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A shiver down your spine as you see A face of pure evil in me. A stare from a man with no soul. Look away, but you can't and you know. Eyes of ice and fiery black holes. I offer you the chance to fulfil your dreams Just shake your hand with me. Forever now you will pay. For your deal with the...

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“Old man! ‘Tis not so hard to die.” -Lord Byron I have grown sick with wanton desire My lungs are filling slowly with ash I need to feel the burn of the fire. Upon the wreckage my shadow is cast. To this misfortune I must lay claim. A lecture on lethargy and disdain, A symposium of sickness and shame. I saturate the wound...

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