Travis Lepine Poems

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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