A curse of youthful desire

even elated with the finest of spectacles
to have with out what you alone created
is to pass from hedonism to despondency
while youth is still intact and it spends
it quickly

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And delight from even the best parades
You have created out alone
Discouraged from passing hedonism
While still young, it spends
It quickly

In times passing

lovers lay out
a quick death of that
which will not stay
for sure each of us
will leave one day

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Layout lovers
The rapid death
Not stay any
Each of us for confirmation
Keep the day

Falling into broken glass

the hell storms will always fall
and do so for each human
its the kind of thing that
comes right when you don't want it
as if there was a time you did
and know that all good men
are broken at some time
the bad ones let it kill them

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Storm in Hell is always lower
Because they do not, every human
Things like that
When you right, you do not want it
It was as if there were time,
Know that all good men
Broken at some point
Bad thing to kill people

Death's death

Few things are always know
to hold as real and insured
for one is our friend death
and yet we still think
that at death it is a fear
we will never know what
crosses over at that place
but that does not mean
we shall drag our wake
in despair

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Always know some
Insured to hold a real
One of the death of our friend
And yet we still think
At the time of death, fear
We know that what
Intersection at that location
But that does not mean
We must wake drag
In despair

Still Portrait

a man who did every thing
he was told to do
and kept from others
what he really did
was shaken always inside
and hidden beneath layers
he died alone and it could
have been different had
he done something about it
and yet who was to say
there was anything wrong

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Every thing man
He was told not to
From storage and
He really was
Always disturbed internal
And hidden under a layer
He died alone, it can
Had been different
He has to do something about it
, Who said he still
There was something wrong

What always happens

another one that was frail and young and kind
that was taken and changed from this
learning about things that we hate
knowing the exist and yet
we have no choice,
and if only to get away from
thinking you know
what is better
when really there is not change

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Weakness, and one was young and kind
Is taken, the changes here
Learn what we hate
Present, still unknown
We have a choice
If only to get away from
We know the
What is better
We have not really changed there

Refection

across from each other
with this ritual death
sharing that which
was first work
and now nutrition
we were cold
but perhaps
now it is changed

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Across from each other
This ritual, and death
Sharing
The first job was
Nutrition Now
We are cold
Perhaps
Now it is changed

Clandestine to Ages

The old man never gives up
a recaught youth no where near
what it once was, he still has
the same secrets he never
took care of, he will never
walk into a room with out
a secret

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The old man never give up
No where near recaught youth
That once he is still
He was never the same secret
Took care of, he never
Out into the room
Secret

Distress patron

I give of you my body
and yet you see something that is ugly
well with a awkward pierce things
will change and we shall have no more

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I give you my body
And yet you, please refer to the ugly
I often awkward Pierce
Is changed, we have more

Peering space

Out a window there could be more too see
then what you could ever consist your
self to believe past your own stabilizes
of deception

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Please also see out the window from which
And was composed of what ever next
Stability to trust their own past
Fraud

The Procreator

A man is only as good as what he can accomplish
look i know i might treat you like a dick
and we both have dark hidden spaces
but that doesnt mean anything against you


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What can be achieved only man he's a good thing
I know how to treat me like a dick
We both have a dark hidden spaces
But what doesnt mean to you

Mythic Deathbed

There is a place where you can go
and everyone knows your name
and you are stuck feeling worse
then once thought possible
for once they are all kind
and crying for you
and it seems ironic
because you can
be happy about
getting the attention
you always wanted

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Where you can go there
Know everyone and their names
You are stuck feeling bad
Then once thought
If they are all kinds
Cry for you
It is ironic that
We can,
To be happy
Attention
You have always wanted

The Proper Way

a place for all things
is what we like to think
but what about the wrecked car
and trash island, or the
feelings of pedophilia
there needs be a re-examined
idea of being

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The place for everything
We like to think
But what about the car wreck
Island and dust, or
Feelings of pedophilia
There should be reviewed
The idea is

Habitual Sleeplessness

How easy it must be to sleep
if you can think with out worry
and a slumbering ignorance
that allows you to keep from
knowing whats going to happen

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Should be easy to sleep how
If you can think of and worry
Slumbering in ignorance and
It can keep you from now
Occur

Church for the Hopeless

playing the jester for desire
you can lay like a dog
and be beaten by the weakest
and live only for belief
that your convinced

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Desire to play clown
You can lay like a dog
Be struck with the weak
Only live for and belief
Your confidence

Patient

fuck shit
still here
still gripped with fear
over fucking nothing
even fear taking;
the god damn pills they say
will fix it
"no one normal feels like that"
says the god damn doctor
with a gray pony tail
and hiking sandals
"whats your fucking view of normal
then huh?", I want to say to him.


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Still here
Still be gripped by fear
Nothing sucks more
Afraid
They say drug
Fix it!
"Nobody feels like normal"
God damn that doctor
Gray ponytail
Sandals and hiking
"Show your normal shit,
You have? "I want to tell him.

Cast Out thy self

The hells fires
may they curse you
for allowing me to freak out
because your as awkward as
a socializer as I and
neither of us knew
how to leave

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Hell Fire
They may curse you
Allow me to panic
As for your nasty
As my social
We both knew
How to leave

It cost money to fix broken windows

Things begin to fall out and apart
when you leave them uncared about
but who cares, if thats how you felt anyways

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Things are starting to fall out and
To care for them when you leave
But it is just you who feel the air

The Humble Mans Odyssey

through the cold and unfaithful street
we slowly migrate to new things
that perhaps we do not want to change
but the fact of mortality and of
our inescapable & trivial size
leaves us with out escape

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Cold in the street and filth
We are gradually moving to new
That maybe we do not change
But the fact of death
Our inevitable and smaller
Away and leaves us

Distopia of the young

the american dream has been
held and raped for years
no different from keeping up
with the fritzls
and then we come around
and see how you bloated
insecurities and weakened bodies
and you still expect us to care

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The American dream is
Held, years of rape
To keep up with the same
The fritzls
And, we gather
How bloated Please check
Insecurity and weakened body
We hope that you still care

Mixed Anxiety

What are you doing here
nude and intoxicated
unable to express
what you were trying to
on your travel here

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What are doing here
Drunk and nude
Unable to express
What you tried
Your trip here

Tender Bondage

the uncontrollable beast named love
an emotional despot
that takes each slight of face or word
as if it was imperative

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The unruly beast called love
Emotional tyrant
It only takes a word and each face
As if it was ordered

In relation to expectations

You spent so much time together
always knowing in the back of head
well at some point this is going to end
she will leave, or i will go and
just like before with the others
you will speak no more
and find something else
to feel the same about

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You spent so much time together
Always knowing the back of the head
Just some points trying to finish this
Leave her, or i go
As with others before
You talk more
And find something
About the same feeling

Triumph of the Inferior

choked with the idea
that no one one will remember
the way that you do for others
end up holding your self up
with post exhaustion
never ending exertion

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Full of ideas
Each one will remember that there is no
Other ways you
After all, your self-lifting
And post-depletion
Never ending campaign

Authoritative Plight

scathed with ideas of contemptuous absolutes
again they didnt see
the one mistake each man has made
he knew what was right

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Absolute ideas contemptuous scathed
They also saw
One mistake, and each person
He knows what is right

A point in direction

Traverse alone
use nothing to describe
who you want people
to think you are
soon night will come
and we shall
be some where new
it might be better
or it might be worse
but that is not
the point.

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Single traverse
What used to describe
People who want
You'd think
Night is coming soon
We shall
Several new locations are
It should be
It may get worse or
It is not
The point.

A place for all things

Horded treasure in a cave
you ask you self
hey why don't i have that
and its because
your still ignorant enough
to think that there is
some plan, or righteousness

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Horded treasure in a cave
Ask your self
I have no reason is not just
Therefore,
You are still ignorant enough
I believe that there is
Some plans, or righteousness

Birds of a feather

There on the outside
of what we think we control
is a wildness that soars above
our self manifestation

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Out there
We control what we think
The above is a wild surge
Our own symptoms

Waged Labor

Face it old man
part of you
that thing you use to be you
well it kills off what you could have
I know you want to be the lone wolf
the predator lion who speaks to no one
but rejecting it all and all of them
is to easy, and truthfully too weak

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That old man's face
Your part
You use it to you
Well it could have killed many
I know you want to be a loner
Lion predation talk to anyone
And all of them rejected it all
Simply too weak and in good faith

En Masse

The people will always
huddle in mass
and similar aesthetic
with control issues
focused on what is right
when they don't see
what else is left.

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People are always
Gather in large quantities
As well as aesthetic
Control problem
Focusing on correct
Does not appear when
What else is left.