Mason Maestro Poems

Quiet and forbidding in the ruling sands
regarding the temple: the crisis stands

'I jumped and you weren't there for me'
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The Holocaust was the sting
Please wash this blood from me
Thin blue lines of David's star were crossed
They lost- they paid the cost- hate brought them there
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Rolling in with an encompassing form
All taste is lost in this crowd I'm alone
I have it all, yet I'm anguished
In some form of setback thats been relinquished
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Here was interred the corpse of Riddoch Magnus
A King as he, a whalecroof that ilk, an etatis
His children procreate betvixt him
Young people advanced in years
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It sprinkled ashes on my heart
To prepare for everytime we die
there's a moment for every monumental tie
With one sash, one song, and one lost
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In the day of ivory trade
The hour in fortune from selling loads were made
Saarvorden hopps mending makeshift crops
Worthless dropped broken stolen tusk buyers played
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The birds are singing in the springtime air
There's nothing like soaking in the sunshine glare
Standing on this bridge gazing at the blooming flowers
On her head we've enjoyed this leisurely walk for hours
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Absent/ Absence from presence
Present/ Presence from absence
I know this all too well
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Rolling in with an unforgiving form
All speech is lost in this crowd I'm alone
I have it all, yet I am desperate
For some form of mindset to relate to the rest
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It's hard to imagine the clyde drawing unmistakable enemy cuisers
to the coast
damned with silk and money
That of a see'r whose blind to lies
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