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Feeding page after page into the typewriter
I feel like a Saint from a forgotten realm They could really write back then Keeping an even keel with one hand on the helm
I’m not the pirate you bargained for Simple words of varying degrees I write of the love you’ve desired But when I only smile, you call me a tease
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Patrolling the underground realms
Lifting thought from prepared pages
Easing youth that won’t overwhelm
Knowing craft requires poise upon the stage
The dissidents lining streets in praise
While heroes grow cold, lying in state
Sharpen your pens lads, we rise by days
Attune your focus & we might outlive our fates
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Unclasping the dreams & insinuations
Lucid thoughts beyond the outer pale Transpiring within fragile realms A bared soul on the brunt of our fairytale
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Within doctrines of the former realms
Secular atonements when you cannot reap Our distorted narratives no longer at the helm Parched souls shudder when you cannot sleep
Notebooks wrapped in twine, lubricating my dreams
Thinly veiled entitlements, rushing to meet the golden hour Misplaced refugees; tugging on our heart seams Stomp on rose colored lenses/before the vine turns sour
Standing tall amidst populism, still reading banned books
Rejecting capitalism before you win a shopping spree Your enemy’s dilemma might be worth a look While upholding the realization of love’s prophesy
Embracing goblets of celebratory wine & errant notes
Time to return to glory; fire dance upon wooden boats Like this: Like Loading...
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Love & heartbreak do little to assuage the guilt
Where we were sullen & hoping to save our souls
Marooned far past the realms of sanity
Peeling the plastered propaganda on Bikini Atoll Like this: Like Loading...
I’m still a child
I don’t care for your haughty tones Such an upright citizen Plugged your soul into your phone
But I’m still telling stories of Neverland
I’m the Pan – crowing wild & free Not living within your societal realms I wouldn’t want you to forget I’m forever me
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I search for hope in the early morning
Trying to find truth before first light
Without the influence of assholes
Perpetually kept themselves in the right
This absurdity of life
Fallen into realms beyond our thought
But still we shine on for the future
This isn’t who we are; let us believe not
We can change the status of time
& act not out of debilitating fear
That we might find a way to be better
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Meandering down an etched path
With vines & foliage on all sides The overgrowth keeps secrets locked & provides the perfect place to hide
I know where I always wish to be
A forgotten realm; a place no one thinks to look Reality, hatred & cruelty forever expunged I’m safe here – alone in nature – me & a book Like this: Like Loading...