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Kelsey Graves Poem
I gathered up my will to wander towards the light and began to ponder,
The things I'd do once I found that cave's elusive exit door,
The light upon my brow would start healing my sickly skin and well being,
Tears upon my cheeks appearing when those two I love are at last restored.
A joyous chorus of familiar voices, my friends and family all restored.
Especially those I most adore.
At this point I had the feeling that the light should soon be nearing,
So I peered up towards the ceiling and slowly I began to roar,
I stood there madly screaming, crying, laughing, begging, pleading,
Dying, hoping, fearing, lying and pounding fists into rock's decor.
Blood and bone and flesh and fragments of my hands now the cave's decor.
Away the light had drifted furthermore.
Recklessly I started running towards that little light so cunning,
Out of breath, my heartbeat thumping, I shook my fists and loudly swore,
"Damn you, evasive wicked lantern, I am not ignorant to your pattern,
Do you reside here in this cavern to mislead he who its dark paths explore?
Representing a false beacon to mock the void which I explore?"
The light wavered again once more.
So still I sit among my shadows, no escape from self-made gallows
Waiting, wondering, weeping, watching the light fade more and more,
Always there, false hope churning, light that keeps my heart yearning,
Vainly for the things I'm learning that I never can restore.
The world I knew beyond the mountain one that I can never restore.
Seeking light is now my only chore.
This is how I see it ending, into darkness my soul descending,
Into a shallow sunken puddle living on the cold cave floor,
By the world, long forgotten, the man inside misbegotten,
Only the rambling writings rotten just inside the cave's door,
A mere glimmer of what he was before, never having reached the door.
Alone in darkness, forevermore.
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Kelsey Graves Poem
Dollars and consensus,
Violate our senses,
A symbol condenses,
Our spirit's presence,
For paper worth less than a cent is.
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Kelsey Graves Poem
It was early,
The solemn, silent sunrise wrought its
Rays across the untamed land like a
Shorn-clad Delilah.
Dew glistened the foliage
Like undefiled razer blades nestled
Within a mortar's payload.
Morning haze,
Suggestively seductive in its
Sureness of the divine destiny
Lingered, a dwelling
Companion of aimless hope,
Brightly darkening the path
Juxtaposed by the future.
Treachery,
And the spoiled, sour smell of her exploits
Permeated the dawn hour like
A whore's flatulence
Leaving me sick with fear.
What deeply dark insidious ideas
Gnawed at the surfaces of truth?
Terrified,
I observed the sallow, sickly sky
Defy the natural laws of a
Thousand, million æons.
The once proud, brilliant sun
Had ceased its solemn western path
And had set its course due east.
I heard screams.
Shrill, spearing sounds drilling to my core.
Primal agony no beast of the earth
Should be forced to bear.
As I looked to console
This poor miserable creature I found
The sounds were coming from me.
I looked east
And was sickened by the sight I saw.
It was the succubus, Treachery
Shadowing the light
And destroying the path
That the sun used to blaze through every day
As the star let it happen.
Now I mourn
The loss of the slowly sinking sun,
The brilliant warmth it brought to my life
And the growth we shared.
Sitting in the dark,
Perched atop my mountain, I still hope
He remembers how he shined.
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Sitting watching the world, weary, contemplating life cold and dreary,
Upon a rock within a mountain which I'd often tread upon before,
As I wallowed, spirit maddening, quietly there came a saddening,
Much like a hammer's hammering, hammering on my very core.
"It's another foe," I stammered, "hammering at my very core-
Nothing new, nothing more."
All these thoughts easily I render, like a drunkard on a bender,
And each thing that I remember stings a little more than the one before.
Foolishly I stood there bleating to the darkness still believing,
"All these feelings, they are fleeting, soon happiness will be restored,
Please let them all be fleeting, and happiness soon be restored.
I cannot handle too much more."
Fastened on my rock so dreary, in the cave my vision bleary,
Nestled within the familiar mountain, cold and damp, alone and sore.
I wiped my eyes seeing clearly, a ray of light, dim yet near me
Looking back I am nearly sure that the light was not there before.
I'm sure I would remember seeing a light were it there before.
Darkness was there, nothing more.
From deep within me came a feeling, aroused by light my eyes now seeing,
That despair was only fleeting, a shadow whose presence I did deplore.
A menacing malevolent master guiding me towards disaster,
Whose derisive mocking laughter will abate when I find that shining ore.
These dark demons will cease to plague me near that golden ball of ore.
Of one thing, this I'm sure.
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The right to be right,
Works poorly in flight,
Or unused in spite,
Of a righteous plight.
A right not inherited,
To be used when merited,
Sounds trite when parroted,
With 'Now look what it did'.
Parents love Abel,
In the famous fable,
Leave the first-born unstable,
Putting murder on the table.
You see, first was placed first,
By forefathers well versed,
So future children be not cursed,
By Second and minds of the worst.
We cannot be so blind to believe,
Like the famed Adam and Eve,
Protecting the Second will leave,
Our First without grieve.
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Isn't it nice
To be a mouse?
Tiptoeing around
Throughout the house.
Nobody pays
Any attention there,
If you are noticed,
Scurry under a chair.
Your mortal foe,
The dreaded cat,
Pays you no mind
As he is too fat.
Coming and going,
Just as you please
Careful the snap
Getting your cheese.
"Yes life of a mouse
Is much like a dream."
I reflected as
The trap choked my scream.
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I am high on strife,
Drunk on delusion,
Stoned on seclusion,
Intoxicated on exploitation.
I'm ed up on failure,
Alienated on anger,
A junky without joy,
A staggering stranger
To those I love most,
Respect the greatest,
And would die 1000 times,
To protect them from me.
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The beast with two backs,
Rarely attacks,
As it is preoccupied,
With whom it interacts.
The man with two heads,
(One of them red),
Is a far bigger threat,
Until one head is dead.
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Uncertainly
I ask thee
Why I am speaking
Victorianly?
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