Long Peirce Poems

I love this
   the bitterness
              that builds
tearing the cords
   to my heart
refreezing it
     ...

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Have you seen where the purple flowers fall? 
Near that house of Broken Glass
That is Where the purple flowers fall
Near that house of Shattered Dreams 
Movements of the Wind 
Move the glass from Dreams 
Where...

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I am made of light
I am made of stars

I am made of confidence that flashs the word bazzare

I am hope that travels through me hard
And shivers every vein in me... While i deliever this poem
And...

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Throughout the gloom of dreary nights the moon
Can be a heartening light.' So who'd attempt in breaking through
The heavy clouds? that dulled the sight of many crowds
That stayed within divisive walls; of fright, that helped...

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Driving to work on a spring day,
A masterpiece is painted with a tint of sun ray,
    On the parkway, going fast
           ...

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you don't make up for your sins in church
you do it in your heart and you do it in your home
you do it at your altar and you do it all alone
S-I-N
slaves
inside
nomansland
on a sinking slaveship...

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I've Been carrying a Cross,

Built over the years.

Constructed by,

My Burdens and Fears.

Its dragging behind me,

Within this perfect design.

A crucified Mind,

Tries to Realign,

I was running blind.

Tears fill my eyes,

Myself I Brutalize.

The GOD inside Cries,

When I've fallen...

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Peirce My Coffin
I don’t care anymore
You broke my heart once more
You left me there
There to slowly die
But i was already dead
On the inside
You didn’t just break my heart
My soul is gone too


So let me lay...

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To the man with the key,

The tall slanky man has the key to the lock,
A large rusty lock attached to my cage,
Release me, Release me, Release me,
He unlocks my cage with his key, his words,
Set...

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Falling to the ground, ducking my head.
Seeing friends in a mound, all of them dead.
Bombs burst, killing more.
Living is a first, in this hellish war.
Bullets hit, there dreaded victim.
Bit by bit, we hate the system.
Rifle...

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I am sorry that I'm here again,

God! William, how did you do it?
Is it narcissistic, to want to leave?

You're like a Charles Peirce to me.
How did you get through the year?
"If he could do it,...

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Each day I'm learning,
Turning my back on sin. I know this angers
satan when his darts peirce not this soul. 
I have a shield that's strong and true,
not even my sin can pierce.

Each day I'm growing,
eating...

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