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Choruses, Bridges and Breaks

The chorus blazes, 
chaperoning the gloomy pollution of mortal extinction. 
Bridges of anxiety rupture harmony, 
as havoc reigns from the skies of Ukraine. 
The breaks condition ruin, 
while these paintings exhibit the atrocities of battle, 
as the prey can only pray when the predators are pursuing. 
The chorus of a familiar song, the bridges that burn eternal. 
The breaks are as old as time itself, 
where mankind creates its purgatory journal. 
A hell of our own making, 
where the cold thaws and the stings are hot. Hyperthermic agonies push millions to evacuate sanity from the first shot. 
The chorus of ruin, 
bridges hold carcasses under its rubble. 
The search for shelter, 
the breaks in a time of trouble. 
Life relocated, 
love sought among strangers. 
The losses of the devasted, 
choruses filled with dangers. 
Bridges between verses, 
the sound as the concrete breaks. 
The narrators of torment, 
eliminate the population in between shakes. 
So how does the song end, 
Where does the chorus fade? 
How will the bridge be built, 
are there breaks in the history made? 
Will history sing a song of victory, 
full of beautiful choruses, bridges, and breaks? Will the harmony complement the verses? 
Does the scribe survive the earthquakes?

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A Restless Cold Night

Hey World!
we all have moments when we need the help of someone else, 
elsewhere we're just out there, 
suffering in the silent struggles of self. 
it's not selfish to be self reliant unless it makes you self centered. 
At the center of one man's island near the gates where the lonely entered. 
The entrance where the hindrance of arrogance commence to make sense of our bull. 
So, who owns the bull that took a  on my lawn? My lawn was fertilized till they burglarized the rise of my dawn. 
By the dawns early light, 
I was tired from the fight,
between the need of a good sleep, 
and a restless cold night.

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Something From Nothing

Something from nothing
Hey, world! Can I ask you a quick question? 
Are we expected to just fantasize until reality ties those self-induced lies to the truth?
Believe that nothing will produce something when nothing is something of a noose! 
Isn't it something or maybe it's nothing and I'm just making a little too much of it?
Like if all you ever ate was the very things you hate, at some point over time, wouldn't you find that you're beginning to love it? 
To get used to the smell; to crave the taste, to feel it is somewhat of a necessity.
A comforting food, a calming mood, when the ways of the rude are getting next to me.
So maybe it's nothing that I made into something, now my nothing is something valuable!
Will it grow like an addiction, bring science into my fiction, until my nothing is the only something I know.
So if you're asking about something; I might just tell you... I know nothing.