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Parisian Cobblestones
The high tide Of restless hearts Lay claim to Parisian roads Stirring beneath The lantern’s glare The glowing guardian For wayward passersby Bonne nuit mes amis Trudge on with caution Gracefully, gallantly, and swift As tavern’s toll Like a Sunday overture Bid farewell And defer To the folds of nightLiteratureThe Lassoed Horizon
Upon tarnished ground Laden with mangled thoughts Scrambled yearnings Bellow far and wide To lure me in To dispatch all i am Familiar turf subsides Swallowed by a roving glimmer Distorted fallacies expand Latching firm To an aimless wind They spill their refrain Of deafening mayhem Whirling, harrowing torment To lure my reluctant stride Sprawled hope recedes As I helplessly withdraw Taking to the paths From which I came Consigned, to bleak obscurity The cacophony swells And lasso’s the horizon Pulling my young trove Into a murky and cold abyssLiteratureAnother Heart's Dismay
Reveling in the shadows Of chased away thrills My startled kin My long expelled resolve So viciously uprooted I embark for their rush Far from the beckoning The growing quake of vendetta Smoke trails climb Yet I defer from their cries The daily shrillness That floods my nervous frame Sporadic fire Fuels my desperate flying Along treacherous bends That scatter these feral thoughts I fly with unrest Tumbling madly Over my own fearful footsteps As a boyish fool Ahead the waning plumes Fully cleansed Of another heart’s dismayLiteratureThe Quiet Know-Nothing
Fragmented words Spill with my erratic pulse With battery acid Flooding my marrow Scalding each fearful step I remain all I can To be ground up viciously By the twirling blades Of hungry skeptics I expunge frail excuses From the quivering shell Of diminished manhood Squandered masculinity A feeble voice Larks from my throat A coward that trembles So brittle and hopeless It matters not For my hide is minced A pulp to be drained And spitefully set adrift Fragmented words Are all for not For they are my own blood My own bastard spawnLiteratureA Sprawling Tremor
A tremor of heartache Has warped his solid ground Once bathed in pristine romance And the faultless luxuries Of youthful affection Tender streams overflow Boiling hatefully Raging with scorn Panic charges For the calm waves afar Brimmed with solace Lush, fulfilled and content Yet the tremors sprawl With each passing thought Greater in magnitude Maiming, far and wide Coherent reveries Are swallowed and sealed As wrath commands Over teaming hill and shrubLiteratureFar Past Triumphant Roads
Wavering desolation Wrecks the harmony I claim As I meander ragged and hopelessly Slowing to a desperate stagger Far ago Triumphant roads diminished Casting my form Into turmoil’s Harrowing embrace Frustration spills Into scalding hot buckets Pouring past the ratty cloths That covet this battered frame Within My reckless travels Epiphany defiantly stirs A rogue heartbeat Pulsating through the sand Calling my bones To the slow wane of dusk What may transpire Is the driving elixir A cure I’ve fervently craved For far too longLiteratureInto Desolate Shades
Null and void I languish In the iron hold of contempt Shunned Forever more As I wither Rusty and disheveled Kin toil onward To dislodge my beleaguered frame True and surely devoted As I helplessly Defer to sloth Unworthy of the surface I fold into the depths Bound for desolation The unwavering Shades of blackLiteraturePrologue to a Dream
I evade the falling fragments In the prologue of reveries As I brace for solid ground And the agony I’ll surely meet Shards glitter without care Brazen in their fall Torn from the panes That once cradled their sheen Gaping windows Peer helplessly From above At the sinking spectacle The mindless The wasteful Unraveling And the dark feeds Upon this harrowing leap As a bottomless vacuum To which My limbs Adhere Reveries consume My juvenile frame Until I am hoisted high By the fish hooks of day 
