Travis Lepine

An ancient mind in a modern age
Is what thy skull beholds.
Alone with the ignorance of the soul;
The gift that the present bestow.
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This day is the day I put a culprit to rest,
I bloodied my saber inside of its chest.
I blind it with torment, cleaned out its core,
Ruptured its organs and dressed it with gore.
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I’ve reinstated foregoing thoughts
Of sobriety and hope.
The mackerel sky doth shine its light
Upon my newfound scope.
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Why have a heart if anon it will cease
And why do we battle with intentions for peace?
The irony shines from the blade of the sword
Where our blood and our sweat goes without much reward.
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The plane has landed, homeland, I’m home
And a butterfly haunts my arrival.
I cautiously ride as this lion doth roam
For I’m a gazelle whom seeks its survival.
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My ears are no longer perverse and my eyes can discern the day;
The lights that surface in the sky have cleansed my fiend away.
No longer do I conjure up a vile scheme to drink
The poison that defiled my blood and obsessive thoughts to think.
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Just like the cawing croaks that cry
amongst the tarnished evening sky

An evil lingers through a gust
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The air blows high the frozen mass,
Pine trees cloaked in fine frosted powder.
As bitter eyes ponder through frosted glass
The night whistles quietly but vicious the bite
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The mongrel still is on a leash of sky
Where it ambles
With no cares but liberty
Evading its surroundings
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On a forlorn day of purely grey,
There wandered a vagrant on his way
To a location to keep warm,
For the sky beheld a violent storm.
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The mirror displays a foreign face;
A being I once had known.
The memories of my past self have been erased
For this nameless being has grown.
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She rests so softly in that seat;
Her heart searing with pain.
Grief haunts her every thought with loss
As the sky floods in rain.
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Is Happiness a sin?
For when these pockets starve so does this gut
But luxury fuels thy barge to distant shores
And hauls all burdens and angst
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I walked a sylvan trail at noon
And in the sky a blossoming moon
Shun its candid light upon,
An infant majestic, developing swan.
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I saw an insect hunt my limb
On a June morning bright
It wanted to explore God’s world
So it climb a lofty height.
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The potent air heaved all afternoon
And froze the murky mountain tips.
Its cutting force, without remorse,
Could burn the skin and rive the lips.
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Though far-removed from mortal touch
A soul can fondle the gossamer cloud.
The blue hearts would be frozen from woe
If not for it being the shroud.
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