Song Philosophy Poems

Allow it to flow like water through pathways
leading you to the depths of inner you
Your inner world is as infinite as eternal wells
for the creator...

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You are a masterpiece created to inspire
& despite dire times
have continued to create music to our ears
You are a collection of years of notes composed
creating...

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We often remember there is always a tomorrow
Through resonance of beautiful songs of sorrow,
For then we know our struggles which make us grow
Are only emotional,...

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In borrowed plumes, a masquerade we stage,
Thoughts echo doctrines, passions preordained.
From broken families, where fractured spirits weep,
Mothers of sorrow, 
With eyes that never sleep.

We inherit...

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Feet of barest integument
Bounding, chasing infinite woods, primal
Unscathed by this immaculate earth
Swallowed by puddles seeping through my spirit
Overflowing, casting majesty, and so I ruminate

Flushest pale...

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I emerged with a silver pen in hand,
…and a tempest raging within.
Words writhe, a serpent's coil,
…tightening their grip,
A soul adrift in a sea of 
…self-made...

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In sun-scorched dunes, beside a weathered sentinel, 
a glint ensnared his weary gaze.
A tarnished lamp / grazed / its secrets unknown / 
a genie unbound,...

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In shadow's tomb—
A dim, aimless flicker...
Void's grip, timeless, claims all.

Fantomsound: life's song, a cognition in the null.

Rain, pain—
Stardust, dust, flesh, patternless on oblivions loom.

Decay's dance...

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In the rising fog of the New Year, let burdens take flight,
As failures lift like morning dew under the sun's gentle touch,
Let them drift away,...

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In the silky night, dotted with mystery,
Where the moon's thread weaves shadows on the paths,
The heart, a thin garment, a flash in the ether,
Listens as...

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Its still raining, my eyes still tired,
wet lawns with little puddles drowning our earth -
but despite the monochromatic skyline,
birds arrived with their morning song -
not...

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I twinkle with the stars of what,
What is the lapse between the beats of the heart?
If heartbeat is why I live, 
then why don’t I...

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Stagnated sin stared straight out to sea
Seeking a scape subdued of such scintillation 
Stars she said should not share the same air

Superstitions shaped in slumber...

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by Max Burchett

Black swans are a thing.
That thing never seen before,
Not known to exist,
What has never happened before.

If you can think of it,
Can expect or...

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There are times when I walk down the block
I ask myself: why don’t I just walk into the woods
To live a little bit more
When I...

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