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Shudder

the wheel is squealing, grinding, and peeling
rubber off the tire in a wheelie some real heat
some friction slipping losing your grip and
your sense of conviction censor conniptions
but you can't hold this down eternal 
fit on the paper then center re-word those
free bird poems, odes, and flows
we birth woes, and broken bones
deter foes from our pleasure and treasure
paradoxes to measure its measure
whether this weather gets better or never
we can shut all the shutters and shudder together

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Political Downfall

political position penetrates purity
anger and aggression accommodate mirroring
of awful austerity allocated each time 
we fall victim helpless to our weak mind
the peoples pressure piles upward
racing towards restoration as the dusk burns
aggravating what was once blue and serene
live this fight in life view the feud in a dream
function funding fatalities the newest regime
are sly scoundrels salivating so few in between
that save a soul sacrificing personal gain
pedantic petty priorities just turn into pain

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The Wall

ripples in the wave resemble grains in wood
this wall is evil there's no trace of good
razor sharp claws curl pleading to fall
a face is forming fully you're seeing a skull
frightened the more you look the more it gains
pouring rain is its coarsing veins
it's storing rage and storming hatred
turning plentiful fields into morbid wastelands
more than wasting this is pure destruction 
write a plea to the planet titled dear dysfunction
a pit full of overzealous jealous clammering
bringing each other down to snag a dream
living vicariously through a magazine
this hate shouldn't flow so avidly 
but when you're up against a wall and you give it your all
there's still a damn good chance that wall might fall

~Rolphy

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Big City Snake

self imposed prison captivates a song bird
stumbling over insecure formation of the wrong word
stabalizing foundation atop false ground
deception dressed to impress in a tall gown
quietly with humming embedding a soft sound
fooling with the friendly touch of a small town
is the big city snake born and bred in the pits
released from it's cage around seven or six

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Block This Pain

critical, cynical an slightly off put
likely awkward and writhing tortured 
pinning up a smile and I'm dying for it
frozen with a touch that's lightly morbid
fights be roaring there's nightly storming
I used to be happy it was nice before this
life a lively forest trial drives detours
smile snide these sores fly on by see snores
riled rightly boards hide a broken heart
little clues of me that are shown with art
if you ain't ready for a journey then don't embark
before I'm not the only one with a broken heart
not a threat odd as it may seem
I'm living in a nightmare with a plain theme
longing for love man I'm so far past it
never saw the lies as they spoke sarcastic
there ain't any answers so don't start asking
they came up with cancer and dosed our asses
stowed rope to choke both our factions
made us fiends for fire then soaked our matches
it's a dirty game with a lot to gain
hidden loop holes that are not disclaimed
and valuable property people want to claim
we do what we can and just block this pain

~Rolphy

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Apocalypse Examined Part Ii

from the boundaries you can find refuge on the mountain side
experience has taught you the cities peril over a thousand times
if you can't hunt that's where the food is the strong have families uprooted
not following through means you're weak so you'll shoot just to prove it
laws faded as soon as the system crumbled and stopped payment
what was once a great land lies in ruins as a lost nation
we lost faith in trust, human kindness, and compassion
the second lives were less important than the rations
with a few exceptions it's best to travel alone
forgoe comfort and battle the cold, snowy surface gravel the road
walk along it and who knows maybe you'll find a soul
or maybe a fiery passion in your heart that's unbindable
whatever you do watch your step and tread with care
if you're lucky you may even escape death this year
I speak of an apocalypse but let's get this clear
this apocaplypse is my prison as I shed this tear

~Rolphy

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Apocalypse Examined

the city looks abandoned but you know better than to assume
danger is everywhere and after awhile you grew attune
the people who make the same msitake twice, they die
one of the only outcomes that isn't surrounded by grey lines
fake lies warp and make minds shake and break like bats on brake lights
shame hides inside pained eyes your poor brain's tried then the flame dies
but if you give up now this long fight was worthless
pissed you curse it sift and search for purpose 
but in the end you come up with nothing more than filthy hands
while the ties of fate fray into silky strands
the only thing you actually see in the mirror is a chilling glance
decieved by the little white lies your feelings grant
cause real truth is harsh, it's like a punctured heart
it just keeps gushing blood till the blood's to sparce
you're bled dry then hung up as trophy
so every passer by can stop and examine you closely 

~Rolphy

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Kiss of Sunshine

a roses moisture licked by the lips of the sun
blooming feverishly in the love of the light
metabolizing it's generosity warming it's core
tantalized, the flower knows no bounds

basking in the spheres' line of sight
utilizing it's tender touch of security
sharing the space occupied by the soft rays
hypnotized, the rose reaches upward

reaching
reaching
leaning timidly towards the kiss of the sun

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The Dolls Choice

A fragile doll sits with her back to the glass
slowly sinking in sand that fights through the funnel
one grain at a time it replaces threads from the spindle
an agonizing process with no option to deny

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What I'Ve Become

head down, lost in time, hunched back
a punching bag sags and won't punch back
the pressure inverts compressing the sand within
stop in your tracks with the flash of the camera lens
trapped in a task fully canvasing
a spot unreachable by an ambulance
dangerous to fight the elements that made you sick
with pain you live the flaring wound gave you this
save you kid but it's only you that may do this
wade through risk and promise it won't make you quit
but at the time you truely focus in
you'll realize happiness is hopless man
cause you've worked so hard to reach the lowest place
now known as the lonely man who won't show his face
the man kept close afraid of any open space
the man showing courage that you know is fake