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