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An Unlikely Scare

If 'tis a fright, you so desire
Then I shall give thee words most dire
It's of a group that's filled with ire
Towards the common thrift-shop buyer
For what these shoppers do admire
Is lower cost, and not these higher
Prices that plague the attire
Of this group we deem a liar
Behold, the brand name clothing supplier!

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Ode To Misery

My love seems to have passed away
The pain of lies and Death's dire sting;
All stick with me throughout the day

For when morn comes and birds all sing
I then recall my misery
There is no good this day could bring

The screams and yells surrounding me
Of miser'ble people filled with ire
This hurt remains; how can it be?

And yet, perhaps, this is the fire
To test my mettle and my trust
And find out who's indeed the liar

Now of my mind; to change it must
For I shall love it now and then
So into misery, I thrust!

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The Part of Me That No One Sees

Your skin as pale as a morning dove
And eyes that twinkle like stars above
But someone whom I cannot love
That is why you will always be
The part of me that no one sees

Shall I then merely hold this passion?
Until mine regal face turns ashen?
Why torment me in this awful fashion?
It's just not right for you to be
The part of me that no one sees

Try as I might, it will not change
These lucid thoughts seem out of range
And I shall not from you estrange
I do not want for you to be
The part of me that no one sees

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I Am An Oak

I am an Oak
A mighty force
A sturdy fortress
Against the wind
Against mother Nature

I am a Sapling
Freshly planted
Renewing nature
Breathing life
Into the air
Alive

I am a Seed
The Prospect
For new beginnings
Fit to make
A brand new thing
Anew

I am a Twig
Cut off
And useless
Once alive
Now dead
Alone

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Questions

You who sit upon the lofty throne
I prithee grant me three questions to ask
"My son, I know that you are all alone
But no, three questions I can't let you have"

Perhaps, milord, you might just grant me two?
For then I'll find out all I need to know
"I know the pain within feels fresh and new
But my response to your request is no."

My God above, do you not hear my plea?
Only one question to ask them, then.
"You feel one question more will set you free
But cling to me, for strength I shall thee lend."

"For death shall come and go with but a phrase
But in the very end, I shall then raise."

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The Clothesline

Aha! At last! I've found the thing
That understands my suffering
A place of freedom from those I love
And the tyranny of the One above

It doesn't look like much, you say?
Well then, look again, I pray!
Have you ever seen more el'gant wood?
I doubt you have, for no one could!

And look at how these strings are taut
Exactly the way my mother taught!
The strength, the length, and tension. Yes!
If there was more, I'd be a mess!

What's that? There's MORE, you say to me?
The place for dirty laundry!
For here I find my moral support
And no one else shall e'er retort

Aha! At last! I've found the thing
That understands my suffering
My loved ones become the ones I hate
Good thing this clothesline remains my fate!

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A Writer's Spectacle

You tainted glass and filthy smut
Why is it that you're in this rut?

You write and write and still don't improve
So why do you say, "I'm a writer, it's true!"

I spit at your feet for this pitiful prose
You're a no good imbecile, and everyone knows

A disgrace and a fraud, that's who you are
Just shut up 'till death, and then you'll go far

I'm finished with you, now get out of my sight
I'll just find a better man who can actually write

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Bending, Swaying

Here I sit within this grove
Trees around me with leaves of green
Nature is a treasure trove
Gold around that's clearly seen
Bending, Swaying

Foliage of different hues
Lie amidst this earthy ground
Fruit to eat; whate'er you choose
Nature does not make a sound
Bending, Swaying

Oh serenity so true
Stay with me one moment more
There's so much I have to lose
Nothing left worth fighting for
Bending, Swaying

So I shall remain right here
Underneath these blessed trees
Leaves of green that bring me cheer
Naught shall bring me to my knees
Bending, Swaying

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The Dogpen

The dogs circle 'round hungrily
Snarling at the mass outside.
These mutts think that they're better than thee
And this hunger shall stay denied

The Crowd sits above the pit
Jeering at the Canines, proud.
When the seeming gates of Heav'n emit
A fair lamb that was white as a cloud

The dogs pulled their lips back in a smile
And threw back their heads in a laugh
For why would they become so vile
To eat the lamb and become chaff?

That is when the lamb had said,
"No please, do not eat me, you dogs!
I do not wish to see you fed
By mine entrails and not a hog's"

But what she did next was most strange
She donned herself with flesh of swine
And pranced before them to drange
For it was food that they did pine

"You beasts I beg you; set me free!"
She cried into the drooling pit.
"I'm not the size a sheep should be;
My wool is not yet good to knit."

The wolves did not see her as food
But what it was that she had worn
The smell the meat gave off was good
And now the dogs hungered for more

With their piety now dissolved;
The hunger now that drove them wild.
Temptation that need be resolved
They pounced upon that fair lamb mild

The dogs tore the lamb, limb from limb
Blood spilled upon that cursed ground
And with that gory sight so grim
There was no purity to be found

Oh don't you see, you wretched man?
Your lives are strongly steeped in sin
Is this some part of some vile plan
To make this whole world your dogpen?

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Dried Wax

The flame's aglow; the wick will burn
Light warms the room so one will turn 
Toward the blaze that shines so bright
It calms the soul this torrid night

You gaze upon the dancing flame
But what you don't know is quite a shame
For what lights the flame that heats the air
Lies underneath that flickering flare

The fire shall burn, there is no doubt
But what is left when that flame is out?
No longer, then, shall the light persist
And the ignored dried wax shall still exist

Edited with help from Michael Jones