Blake Val Noir Poems

A call to arms for a shredded mind,
The hatred the blood it was not to be kind,
Nine nails plunged deep into the sea,
They were on the way to come and find me,
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Who are nurses...

The clever elves of doctors,
The dealers of care and thought?
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Collect and reminisce,
Sort through and dismiss,
The pain the hurt come forth and subvert.
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who are you living in all these many forms,
the egotistic, sadistic, cryptic norms?
who are they filling out the empty,
they get plenty and document their entry,
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In awe of all,
I face the facts and fall,
Concordant with society,
My abstinence of sobriety.
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You inspire us all,
Alas my tears start to fall,

Your life is a benchmark,
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A war I cannot win,
should I compete or just give in?

a good day; he replies 'is it? '
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the cold ground,
of which upon I lay,
let surge the sound,
and release the prey,
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Evaporated minds,
a state of bliss,
release it all,
and you will not miss.
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My candle has been lit once again,
I give you 10 out of 10.
A dune begins but a single grain,
My flame grows and then;
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