Max Gatrell

Lamenting infidelity,
An enigmatic mot,
A pearl of purest certainty,
Not easily forgot,
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For every trail that's ever trod,
The hunter seeks the hunted.
Betwixt the shrubs and Willow trees,
A quarry is confronted.
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Shadows looming in the Cave,
You're not real, but I'm your slave.
Forced I am to stare at thee,
Jailer Jailer set me free.
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Anon the leaves shall line the floor,
A mottle of uncertainty.
Nearer to winter it seems I am,
Farewell to happy seasons.
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For me you were a Trophy,
A feature on my list.
A conquest I could brag about,
Whenever I got pissed.
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Much is said in cultivation,
Shallow words spent with seed.
Empty vows between the sheets,
Of course I love you baby.
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Embitterment is adamantic,
It binds us contrite to banality.
Arduous is elevation,
Embracing hate facile.
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And as Doray began to speak,
A tear appeared upon his cheek,
His emerald eyes could not contain,
Those drops that fell like acid rain.
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I confess my life's a mess,
Because I'm on your hook,
The best alas I can expect,
Is the slightest look.
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Recalcitrant, rebellious,
Confronting man and beast,
At altercation with himself,
With whom he liked the least,
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Upon a touch screen I caress,
Your photos kiss my fingers,
At least I get to see you now,
And emphasize your name,
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Although I have necessities,
Perceived by some as luxuries,
To deem them indispensible,
Would sell them very short,
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Rapt and raw we scream and moan,
When dragged along the path,
To atone, all alone,
For cultivating wrath,
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Upon these wings I oft abscond,
Ascension to a holy place,
Extracted from this fetid pond,
To capture God’s eternal grace,
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Within the Hotel, all were at rest,
All except one, one lady guest.
This lady asleep, swiftly awoken,
By something unique, her slumber was broken.
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Alone he stood on Yonder Mountain,
Grasping victory by the wrist.
He gazed upon his fallen comrades,
Watched their spirits turn to mist.
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Psalms of love I am repeating,
Soulless hearts that you frequent.
Infatuation can be fleeting,
Rarely borrowed, seldom leant.
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Five fingers joined, sating dark obsession,
Five looking nervous, tempt their possession.
Hands all touching, knees annexed,
Call to Spirits, cruel and vexed.
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Restricted by conditioning,
Conduced to simply speak,
These platitudes of ill effect,
Resounded through the week,
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My sins I wear like soiled clothing,
I stand beneath the rain, that I may be absolved.
Cleansed I am, yet with arms widespread,
I embrace transgression as an old friend.
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