Throughout the night we felt the turmoil build
as weather fronts combined to do their worst
The Gods held conference in their sacred Guild
as trees were tossed and riverbanks were burst.
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Have any of the so called poets here
considered TRUE-ly how they are perceived
convincing themselves that they are sincere,
regardless of what' others' have believed?
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He sat in a U shape mostly
Stick close by
Baby-cup drinks beaker
And the head would move
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There is a secret part of me,
a part that few can see.
Like silk, it is the gentlest,
yet as strong as strong can be.
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The meadows of the mind
Oh would, that we could find when called
The meadows of the mind
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I forgot my code for the Euthanasia Hole in the Wall Machine.(Or…Suicide is pinless?)
Wear me down each chance you get
Cast my hopes adrift
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Stormbringer's Epiphany.
My arm hairs lifting as the colours bleed.
Each pigment of the day is dulling down.
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A friend's enforced departure.
I miss you in the morning,
with my first glimpse of the day.
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The Lean Stigma Special.
Another day, another dawn,
Another cold and crispy morn.
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Merry Vague-mas?
Remember, when the shooting stars were rife?
Their wishes would stampede our winter skies
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