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Feb. 4th, 2019 11:33 am
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Projection is finding that only detractors are guilty of sin
Where faulting contingent extraneous factors about your own life
Result in a cleanly appearing absolving of burden or strife
Which only conceals all the rotting of conscience that happens within

It’s here that the narcissist thrives when they see all the flaws in our culture
Because it can only be others who taint it and warp it with lies
But lies upon lies only make for a fantasy through their own eyes
Which makes them the valiant hero when really their only a vulture

Apathy

Jan. 15th, 2019 12:54 am
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They’re speaking quite loudly with haughty indignance
Revealing their chances have dwindled and faded
To make their true mark on the world they’ve created
While moaning and screaming with seething malignance

Their grievances found with the people they pester
Is nominal next to their toxic behavior
If only as children they’d had more exposure
Instead of allowing resentment to fester

If even a purposeful path they can follow
It’s buried in mindless indulgent pretension
Abandoning reason, denying dissension
They threaten detractors with words ringing hollow

Pages

Jan. 9th, 2019 10:35 am
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These tomes transport our minds into a place
Removed from living’s ordinary pace
Both poetry and prose they make us cry
With words impressions find their wings to fly

The varied themes in words do tantalize
Between the lines with passion exercise
They speak to all the struggles that you know
Within a realm that only you can go

Within the gilded pages of a book
As visions with the open eyes to look
Upon the paper where the words were made
They fill our hearts with all our dreams displayed

These pages as they are they are a gift
Which we into our fantasies do drift

Moonlight

Jan. 6th, 2019 02:31 pm
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Moonlight it shines ever brightly it glows on the edge of the basin
Hauntingly gazing The Moon through the dark with the light it does hasten
Darkened the depths of the water beneath it does shimmer with moonshine
Mirroring all the crepuscular features it sings to the skyline

Blowing the wind finds a path through the thicket of evergreen pine trees
Greenery turning to darkness it swallows the moonlight with great ease
Swaying and rocking the leaves and the branches they dance with a measure
Marking the coastline the forest it beckons the night beasts with pleasure

Pulling the tide as it fills up the heavens with luminous power
Reaching the peak of its monstrous potential upon the twelfth hour
Primal encompassing fear trepidation and curious urges
This does The Moon in the sky represent every night it emerges

The Dark

Jan. 3rd, 2019 10:23 am
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In this strange realm it seems there is no peace
A place where you’d not want to live or die
Above our heads the storms they do not cease
The darkened clouds they dominate the sky

But this the weather is not why I rue
I tell you now the world is not so flawed
It is in fact those mediocre few
That taint our world with pestilential fraud

The dark and grey reminds me of the heart
The nuances that life is really for
For all the pain in us that does depart
It still remains as memories evermore

Those people who engage in guile and hate
Who lie and steal our momentary bliss
They do not have a lonely, dreadful fate
Instead they have a life without abyss

The void is dark and has a lot to teach
Reminding us the meaning of our fears
By challenging perceptions out of reach
It shows us all is more than it appears

And through these lessons we embrace the night
We find a peace in things that are obscured
Though some react with ignorance and fright
We build upon the things that have endured

The Spark

Jun. 5th, 2013 12:10 pm
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We write the tales of joy
Sharp words we do employ
From deep within the heart
The purpose of our part

We walk on virgin roads
And work in stranger modes.
With care we do progress
Despite the great distress

With passing of the times,
The poets and the rhymes
With love they do infuse
The blessings of the muse.

Around the world and back
We're kept along the track
By muses as they speak
They make the boldest meek

And blessed are the ones
That find her when she runs
In circles through our heads
While sleeping in our beds

In dreams is where she lives
Through inspiration gives
The words we hope to use
The blessing of the muse

Rage

Jun. 5th, 2013 12:09 pm
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From darkened corners of my inner mind
With vicious hatred and a pain severe
Emmerges feelings of a beastly kind
That manifest from angst and greatest fear

From skin to bone they painfully create
A dwelling sense of fundamental grief
These adverse feelings they do not abate
They will maintain until I find relief

Frustration yeilds a vastly simpler thought
When its not found this feeling does abide
A semblance of control is what is sought
Within my heart resentment does reside

Its through acceptance of my feelings here
That I can live in balance without fear

Bawdy

Jun. 5th, 2013 12:07 pm
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This is our great temptation
That comes from our intent
Into our inclination
It follows our descent

Of that which isnt mentioned
It speaks without a word
Within the heart contentioned
In this it is preferred

Without the clearest motive
Our game continues on
Inside our minds distortive
About what we will spawn

In truth there isn't much
That we will not include
In sight and smell and touch
And hear with attitude

The fun is in the guilt
We all construct about
The structures we have built
And things that we seek out

Vintage

Jun. 5th, 2013 12:05 pm
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The hanging grapes upon the verdent vine
Throughout the many lands in which its grown
Becomes the charming drink that is called wine
Indeed its quite the venture to be known

For women and for men it has been made
It's inspiration to assembled masses
To drink and to enjoy is how it's stayed
As its gladly poured into the glasses

With pleasure we do find it is to drink
And though it can be quite the awful bane
It warms our hearts and makes us want to think
Into our hearts and minds it will remain

A soulful pleasure it will always be
A greatly blessed comfort unto thee

Organic

Jun. 5th, 2013 12:03 pm
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Nature is our greatest teacher
Spawning every living creature
Void of prejudice or guile
Leaves our world quite versatile

Freely giving, never taking
And continually making
All the wonders of the earth
We ourselves are of its birth

Lacking sorrow or compunction
Lends it to a greater function
That of living and of change
With the varied, and the strange

Affirmation

Jun. 5th, 2013 12:01 pm
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To my father and my mother,
In my world there is no other,
Quite as giving or as true,
Or as caring, as you two.

Even through the paths unknown
You make sure I'm not alone;
In the troubles and mistakes,
You are here for both our sakes.

Loving in so many ways
Always there to give me praise
Giving guidance and respect
Splendid that we do connect

Full of purpose and devotion
Sending you my deep emotion
I am greatful to be yours
Allies that this son adores

It's my heart I do express
That I wish great happiness
For our family and you both
Know this is my solemn oath
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He the cunning navigator
Is an adept conservator
Paths sincere he does surmise
Carefully he holds supplies

Working trades with great finesse
Each detail he does address
With great skill he does assure
That the methods are secure

Speaking frankly and direct
By his word is great respect
To his guidance we rely
And his zeal we can't deny
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He the joker plays the part
Making fooling quite the art
Jesting with a playful tone
His sharp wit is thusly shown

Speaking with a cheerful theme
Sometimes with a dopey scheme
Nonetheless a thoughtful fellow
Even when his mood is mellow

Oh the stories he recants
And the ways he often rants
Smiling widely with a grin
Its the fun we'll find him in
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His technique is great and bold
With machines it can be told
There is not another man
Knowing gadgets as he can

He constructs for you and me
Widgets of great artistry
With his hands and focused mind
Manifests the skillful kind

His is through the mechanized
That we know is greatly prized
It is far from automatic
Craftsman of the systematic
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In his body is a thirst
Quenched by competition first
By the edge of knife and sword
Is the warrior explored

From the earnest of his motions
Are great passions and devotions
His are strong and quite astute
Clear of doubt and resolute

In his heart is where you'll find
That his character's aligned
With his vigor and control
That of honor is his goal

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