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Revolution Number '12


Revolution Number ‘12



Old habits are hard to break
As are new ones to make
But through trial and error
And maybe facing a terror
One can learn to ease an ache


Changing can be like fighting a war
Civil civilians, casualties young, and poor
The good, green and gold
Versus ways ignorant and old
May the victors’ world be better than the one before

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Edmond's Alternate Ending


Edmond’s Alternate Ending


I am about to move
Though I’ve yet to move on…
…now that I’ve moved on
Or was it moved back
I found all the lack
In my alleged desires
A mind of loss conspires
For redemption, or revenge


My vengeance consumed me
Began to eat me whole
Til I realized I was the one chewing
And the graves that I was digging
Were nothing more than holes
So I stopped biting
And recovered the Earth
Won’t belittle myself by fighting
Or lower my self worth
Stooping to do battle with the trolls
I’ll just let them dig their own holes

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Nova

Consumption, please eat me
Before I explode
And vanish completely
I'd rather erode


Kill the craving
That's killing me so
Dying to sort
The disorder inside


Bag of entropy
Sack of skin
Outside empty
Chaos in


Particles scatter
Collapsing to fast
Mind over matter
Critical mass

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Broken Things


Broken Things



When I am you, I’m not myself
And to you, all I have are broken things
But this view
Limits you
In black and white, my eyes aren’t blue


When I am me, you aren’t yourself
And my broken things aren’t good enough
But when you see
My victory
In spite, you still look down on me


Nothing’s ever really broken
Except the promises we make
Unfulfilled intent
Itemless event
Running into emptiness

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Last Words

All i want from you is me...

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Amputee

I wore my heart on my sleeve
Til you cut off my arms

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Thousand Yard Stare


Thousand Yard Stare



Injustice in my eyes
When i look at the world
But i can't follow the crowd
And keep them shut tight
I will die to see what's right
With those left fighting against the lies


Something must be wrong with me
Am i hot, or is the world so cold?
Experience the warmth
Before you grow up
For when you stop growing up
You start growing old

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The Most Poetic Thing I'Ve Ever Written


I love you...

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The Perfect Storm

The perfect storm


rising from the bed
where i pretend i sleep
spotted in a sea
millions of words deep
do i dare to dream?

for years i screamed a warning
through my amplifier pen
my life and love your push and shove
and the places i have been
everything's past tense

there's the way things are
and the way they should be
but the past is a prison
and there isn't a key
rear projection tomorrow

in the past i am a flower
in the future i was a seed
the warmest winter of my life
just before the summers freeze
the compass needle spun



now the waters stand to rise
from hard rains fallen in my blood
pooling into who i am
about to make my dreams a flood
i am the perfect storm

and if the rivers overflow
and come and quench my land of drought
will you admit you're wrong and drown?
or will you called to be pulled out
from a one way street

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A Better Bridge, Or Wall


A Better Bridge, Or Wall



I can read the future like a book
The pages flip before I’m wise
It’s over before a second look
The ending came as no surprise
And all the love I gave, was took
Like the yarn they spun from the wool on my eyes
Hating the victim like he was the crook
Weaving a truth from obvious lies


I should’ve seen that your heart is a pendant
And my lapels have been bare of late
On whos shining are you now dependant?
My shoulders bruised by the lead suit of fate
I wear the wounds, and swear the blooms
Underneath my skin will wait


So now I labor all alone
Injuries and all
Experience, blemishes I hone
To build a better bridge, or wall
There are many uses for a stone
They could fly, but much better to fall