Kevin Maroney

The clouds,
Elegantly do they stride
In their heavenly chambers
In the sky.
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What is beauty, but a
Tool.
For itself, or a more sinister,
good, evil, objective subjection?
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Life's grand, a great big sun,
under which the rain can run,
an amalgamated torrent, a verdant river,
both of green growth and red slimy slither.
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What's it gotten me?
Studying, praying for high marks
Enduring those insanely jesting jackals
That torment me ever so.
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An ocean,
Yes,
an ocean of
Expressionless
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Not a matter of the color
But a matter of the Mind.
Diseased, it seeds
many small rinds.
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One day down
Another coming.
When I'm down in the dark
I'll get up and running.
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Those leaves, as they whiten in the breeze,
through ever loftier, higher trees,
they sing aloud for all to hear,
that more they are, oh so dear.
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When death stares one in the face
the thing to do is laugh in disgrace,
as the inevitable scythe swings towards the dome,
swiftly fast to take you home.
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A baker in the baker's line,
just like others, right on time.
He turns it one and fires it true,
to only some's woe and rue.
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Unbiased as the wind is knowing,
to determine which way the it is blowing,
death to those who we are not,
but for what are they really the man's blot?
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An apparition, staring in the mirror
Misses his own reflection
It's soft gaze gently returning his
affection.
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The black pit of melifecit delight,
a bog of laughter and glory delight,
a red cloud of depths unknown,
to spike and sink to depths unsown.
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Somewhere deep in the heart doth lie,
a beautiful, untainted butterfly,
and though shrouded in cobwebs he may be,
Come out as the truth he will eventually.
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Ringing sweetly in the wind,
A soothing sound in the head
Not a noise, but one as well
-Silence.
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There was once a girl, locked in a tower,
Up so high all she could do was sigh,
As she looked down at her dragon without the power,
To escape from the beast, her horrid captor.
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Day in and out through the whole sun
laughing, playing, never to run
Lovely daisies picked ever so slightly
and into the grass fall so lightly.
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The beat, the tick, the endless heart,
Comes quick, fast, like a a nonsense harp,
a percussion drill, so loud but faint,
Unstoppable, inconsolable, inconscionable to a deadly gait.
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Spring days are so laughing
They are so filled
with the smell of roses
and the rest of no sergeant drill.
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My fine, dark friend
Known to one and all as
Deep and Depression,
Guild and Negativity,
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