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Civility

The words you can't ignore
the ideas unexplored
the exploited weakness of an ongoing war.
dig the paint from your nails, pull the screws from it's frame
bite down on the bullet as the bad blood is drained
swim through the clouds, and don't ever come down
talk to the half that's in need of a friend.
flip your old grin, into a crooked, chipped frown
for on the callous cold floor, your level again.

the mirror distorts, and your view is estranged
the perspective you trusted, compels you to change
why is it that in such a stupor, our soul is revealed
as the senses will fade, enlightened minds rear
to educate ourselves, and strike down the order
to choose what we learn, and the knowledge thats forged.

the will for exposure, a progressing motion
that defines our respect, dignity, and devotion
devotion to the pious, selfless and righteous.
to fend off the hordes of thieves and of liars.
pull back on the throttle, and breathe in an answer
spreading benevolence through the wind, 
like a contagious cancer.

it's in these few moments, that words touch an audience
and the verity of an action, the truth of one's valor
is the symbol of resistance, and is judged by their credence
in the smoldering ring, of an engulfed company 
live the smoky remains, of authentic civility

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Incarcerated

The silent implosion of an unwanted notion, 
that chisels the surface of a mind still in growth.
the dormant progress of life still in motion
will mold the clad fist that grabs at your throat
the illusion of silver at the crease of a spoon
will drip over flames in remote solitude.

thrash at the door that holds you enslaved
and reach for the hand, rattling keys to this cage.
breath the corruption through cracks in the door
as the keepers pace by to torment and ignore
the boards of a surface that reek of yourself
the surface of grief, with no grounds for remorse.
deng boro we teki, sa no mek gie 'u sref.
na presiri mo shie, in a einde 'fa dey.

dragged to the edge of a pending disaster
spawns the urge for survival,
and regrettable actions
drink of the blood, that yielded your life.
and find your own refuge, in an imbrued fight
line the new stones, on the path of your stride.
and forge your devotion, scratching vile delight.

The aversion will fade, as demands will be met
martinets will cower under blankets of spit
through the guising of schemes, and hidden agendas
they feed off the weak, and blend with the pious
come the evil we loathe, and unjustified splendor
to this we will toast, thus falls the creator

splendor in waves, and layers of vengeance
to break down the walls, that harbor our nascence
to stand for the fallen, who wear their boot prints
and have taken the bullet of their malevolence.
aim for the king, and the army will flee.
to leave thrones abandoned, and the world in wanting.

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Jezebel

One who reaps the blackened fruit
but loathes the taste of its ferment
is the sailor who can't tolerate
the foul stench of his only catch
the one that fears his only God
who provides no hope for serenity
is the blood on which his grace will thrive
as the follower lives in poverty.
let him breath for he hath not sinned
yet kings of men will show no mercy
in this they form the cruelest of men
the ones deemed worthy of hierarchy.

With the dogs she rests as the houses will burn
while her children all suffer and await their turn
the sulfur now boils and mountains now fall
As kings of men gather in swarms, one and all.
The millions gathered here to face judgement today
are the souls who will perish and have died all in vain.

So draw the cold nail from my immortal wrist
The vein that pumps strongly, your disdain and risk
an eternity fooled by a single man
Our faith falls victim to the most unholy of scams
One true believer in a wall of pawned men. Intentions driven, innate, and bland.
But to think that my words, were written divinely,
is an untold secret, a true fallacy.

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Repetitive Ideas

Round the hill of lost love, winds the river of lust
on the coast of this loss crashed an ocean of trust
in the hour of truth, not one second was worth
rusting away, in satirical birth
which spread through our veins, and consumed all that's pure
like a sickness of mind, only I will endure.

to breath and to feel, and to soak in the fury
the mind that seeks refuge as another one hurried
not finding success, we'll wish to rewind
to see all the dreams we wish we would find
but now that our choices are already made
hope that these thoughts, bring you back just a day.

the soul who will cherish, and fight for your envy
is the one who will let all your troubled thoughts carry
the hardships, and pain, and earned misery
that life has provided, who trusts not in me.

the singular truth that one just might fathom
is a share of ones life, who's love can't take part in.
whether they hear, the words honestly
my bind to her lives, unconditionally.

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Chess Piece

I couldnt question the icy cold
the mystic mass, on a boiling road

Pawn to pawn i see your eyes
your every move a mere disguise
i am not here to take your life
but here to show our will to fight

as pieces fall and heads collide
our trusted run, so called allies.
from what is true, a smoking breath
only i stood fast as i lay to rest

only then could i hear her whisper
the calming song that churned and twisted
a life relived, i dubbed serene
The widened eyes, that saw nothing.

the crown of jewels, of which we boast
falls and crumbles to useless dust
for as our soldiers turn to run
the kingdom burns, the game is won

gasoline wont smell as sweet
as when youre one step closer to defeat
match for match, not one is willing
an empty room, karma is winning

empty pens and crumbled paper
that build the realm of a useless fable
honest men breed pure reaction
yet suffer misinterpretation
follow suit, crude ridicule
and earn your status, succumbing fool

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Triumph Through Tribulation

The incense of wisdom 
and the stench of our pride
the aromatic flower 
that hides in the night
the carelessness of love
the undignified treaty
our pride is forgotten
and addiction is weened
the actions of fools
the actions of fright
expose our intentions
that others will spite
we're punished by guilt
and appraised by the fallen
but our love will surpass 
the treachery however daunting
fight for your will 
for no one will treat it
as their thoughts revolve them
and are not sympathetic
for that which you stand, for this you must fall
undermine your demeanor 
and prove unto all.

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Fire Water

Every drop won't be enough 
to bribe a heart that feels so much.
With every well dried to the bone
I forget your face and can't find home.
You warm my blood you'd be my crutch
Just take her place with care or such.
Like rubbing salt into a wound
I pour the fire from its tomb.
and now my chances just seem slim
As she watched this curse suck me right in
Your weightless lips pressed to my head.
pushed me closer to my edge.
You filled me up then drank me down.
Half full of hope for a second round.
Unscrew the skull to find your prize
Then squeeze my neck and hang me dry.
Confide your troubles in me my friend. 
These walls will never speak again.
A sweetheart bittered by your taste.
Its all your fault but i won't waste. 
 
 
You're loyalty to a trusted friend
who drags you to the rivers edge
then binds the boulder around your feet
and watches as you sink beneath.
To breathe your oath of self destruction
the light is bent, your in too deep.
So wield the sword you left behind
and cut the shackles, restraints, and binds.
To reach the surface and find your breath
this is not the way one should find death.
Drop the glass, for hell it sent
Or you'll drown in all that will ferment.
Soothe the fire on your tongue
or forever will your soul be numb.
Soothing are the notes you hear
when desperation's drawing near.
So strum a chord, or hum a tune
for music is what humbles you.


A racing mess, concealed in glass,
Impulsive thoughts on which we crash.
Intoxicate me, as sorrow drowns
You'll kneel before the melting crown.
That exploits your truth, feeling content
then chews your trust without consent.
Repulsive, wholesome, honest actions
multiplied by numerous factors.
Speaking without consideration
the vulnerable target for humiliation.
The symptoms sounding too cliche
ounce for ounce, it seems risque
but I accept your challenge, yet another day.
The road to freedom, faint and blurred
you ask for help, but your words are slurred.
I won't let you fool me friend.
I've fooled myself time and again.
No need to let her see me so.
Without you i would never know
what's its like to want or envy
you'll ruin all life puts before me.
I bid goodnight to an empty shelf
tomorrow anew, bring me my hell.

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Slumber

The sun peeks over the distant land, the glowing red, the violence creeps.
As stir the eyelids of a certain man. One drifting through his final sleep.
What thinks he of such innocent slumber, the ironic cackles of the coming thunder.
The sun's now risen, the day's alive, from which no soul can run or hide.
The misty breeze which smells so sweet.
The song of birds atop the trees.
Everything which seemed so pure, could not foresee the depth of fury.
Betrayed his own, resentful men, he plots to find his sweet revenge.
On a corner, there stood a bus, the children plenty, whom ran a muck.
Laughter, joy, the sweet sensation, a new come breed, a thought's creation.
Pass on by, there's nothing here.
These children have nothing to fear.
They are not the cause of desperation, that caused me to destroy a nation.
I am not an end, a beginning, new.
You've judged me, so i will target you.
The looming silence, with which i pray.
My conscience begs for another day.
To sleep on compassion, which I know not.
My hate brings joy to those who fought, for every moral with which we taught.
To watch the teachers corrupt youth's mind.
Into the condemned, bled witch of Salem's Lot.
How should I have made my point,
by violence, love, or phrases coined.
By speakers loved for their surpassing, love for everything worth having
The anger dies as children near
Their destination, my thoughts are clear.
What would it do, to hurt so many
The love like hate, is abundant, plenty.
For I am not the one to hate.
But still my point has to be made.
I guess I'll wait another day.
My point be made another way.
Pro choice i live, with ongoing strife.
I pray my choice may save the lives, of those who actually make a change,
to better the lives of those estranged.
To make a difference, one way, another.
My choice is made, eternal slumber.

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Doll

Restrained, confined, without a sense
limits you to what is mine
your innocence, your innocence 
the barren mountain you will climb
A sharpened tongue pierces through
the cravings of your fantasy
break the skin that joins the two
bathe in yourself, alone with me.

the darkened corner where you lay
to the naked mantle where you'll stay
your purity belongs to me, 
to be bound and used as I do please

the summit is where you now stand
there's no way down without my hand
into the clouds your mind is thrown
the graceful dance I made your own

the foul abuse that you now swallow
and spit back out, while hesitant
to shake the hurt into ecstasy
and clench the guilt around my neck

stunned, and staggered without regard
the body screams as the spirit soars
no time for breath, or piece of mind
my deep desire will feed once more.