Long Rapiers Poems

Coming from relatively poor family man leaves his home and towards Paris steers
Living behind his mother who because of separation sheds tears
But she knows better life awaits him if he goes but for him she...

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Peace is though difficult 
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states 
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses 
Into the affairs of others,
Curbing cupidity 
To expand the territories,
Subjugate the nations of the world,
Enforce the...

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Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:

Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.

We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together
With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin,...

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Settles arcane dust upon what we possessed, 
Putting to bed with frosted sleep the wish fulfilment lure; 
Cryogenic breeds the process, craft of freezing living tissue, 
Anticipates the thaw, regenerates the pale obscure. 
Vision alights,...

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Hellacious howls tickle and titillate 
the trompeleil scene
 in the pastel Court of Kings.

Flamboyancy rings as the 
 fluttering coo of a rapiers dance  in the hands of fops,
through the high ceilinged corriders of...

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O you, the definition of beauty
my eyes only know
and I, the book of gaiety
your feelings only fathom.

I don’t feign to say
what we know about lovers
ask these deaf resonant walls
their echoes have much to say.

Against which...

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You don’t know how much you were
	I look at you, and see who you are
	I ask and you turn around
	You treat me like dust
		I’M GIVING UP

	You forgot me
	Left me in the dust
	Allies filled with Rapiers
	Trashed...

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Bemasked, the wild salvationist preached school was out forever,
  Pricked and cracked the consciousness with rapiers and schizms,
Set light the darkest childhood days with bright nocturnal crystal
  That shone in desperado eyes through...

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A liking for the torture, and a taste for the macabre.
Doing good just to feel. Good with just a sensation.
The rapiers sting, is a distraction from the heart.
This help is neither needed, wanted, nor asked...

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