Ezio Olubelleau

Time went out a-fast,
In a dance of cock,
A time keeper thought a-cast,
He danced a-knock a rock.
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Let me spill it out,
I know I'm not good with changes:

When hellos fade,
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I have seen my reflection,
Dance in the shadow of nights,
A king lost his crown to thieving hands,
And a slave found his place amongst knights.
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A boy of twelve, impaled himself,
He said to his fellow, "Life's a scam."
The elders delve, "Free thyself, "
His parents slow, "This's, a jam.."
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Old but prime,
Weak yet strong,
A tune with which time rhyme,
Where the hearts be-long.
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Slay and fall,
Wound and bawl,
Bleed and fade,
Slash and wail.
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She will not hear,
No matter how I call.
I reached for her,
But she drifted,
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Imagine
A wood carver
With arms of gold,
Chiseling through woods
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Five long, gruesome holidays—
not a moment spared for tending my own.
I'd plow through pillows, comb down meadows,
before I'd ever call this tired face my home.
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The mad king is come again!
Yet ye ask if I bring greetings home,
To thy doors I bear no cheer,
For thy king hath taken all I held dear.
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I remember when I was a kid,
Mama bought me food and drinks.
When I was sick, or back from school,
I remember her scolding me for pranks.
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Little child, crying a river, 

Tell me, should I roll over, 

To wipe your tears with songs, 

And make your heart grow strong.
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Iron clanging,
In the heart of flame,
Metal melts, reshapes,
Returns to purity,
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Who am I? A man of cosmic birth,
A man of dust, yet birth of earth.
A godly form built from the womb,
A flowery being built to boom.
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The streets are seething,
Retreat, Winter Man,
Or face your end,
Die, die, Winter Man.
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Feel the warmth,
Shirtless in the cold,
A frozen pact,
A tale retold.
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In the attic of a time piece, I found,
A childhood memory, boxed and bound,
To my dream, a timeless vision struck deep,
Where time and memories alike bleep.
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A knife rests by the cobbler's waist. Beware
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Furnace, cold,
Blade, dance,
Children, revolt,
Silence, solders,
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Who art thou?
Why doth thy wrath wreck havoc,
‘Pon this humble hamlet's door?
Sage father.
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