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Ahead of the Pack

A

Ahead of the Pack

My life's a maze of dark paths and blue walls with faux exits that find me back once more the shiny clang of repeated coin falls fed from the hand of he who keeps the score As I traverse the winding catacomb picking up the pieces that guide my way I am haunted by the spirits of home from which I can not stop running away Should the ghosts of my yesterdays find me I will turn 'round and devour me whole when turned around their tastes still remind me of the contents of an eight bit fruit bowl Two-hundred-and-fifty-six relapses when cycles break and the maze collapses

Prestigeless

P

Prestigeless

The stage lights hum with an ominous glow, she sits alone, centered in the front row; then the house lights explode letting me know it's about time to get on with the show. Curtains pull back on the opening scene, an image that borders on the obscene; me hanging from thin wisps of silver sheen that bleed quickly into a thick smoke-screen. When the cloud clears she is once more alone and her look of terror mirrors my own; and I realize my cover is blown but it's the only trick I've ever known. I'm saddened that I won't see her react to this ultimate disappearing act.

a funeral or a wedding

a

a funeral or a wedding

I saw a devil today she wore a short dress stitched from the abyss a long jacket adorned with hellfire and stilettos forged from brimstone her shadow eyes begged come hither her upturned lips cried I dare you and the names of the damned bled from her flesh — I saw an angel today she wore a sun dress of clouds and gladioli a wispy halo of braided silver twine and a shroud of divinity her diamond eyes danced with summer sunshine her wistful smile prayed for earthly passion and the names of the damned wept from her flesh

The Changing of Things

T

The Changing of Things

Her tempestuous heart burns fervently which begins my own heart beating harder; and the wind of my words stokes her gently when I bask in her radiant ardour. Her half-smile was tinged with wistful longing when she swiftly stole away with my breath; and I knew she too yearned for belonging as she's the embodiment of hiraeth. Heaviness beset her world-weary soul at the loss of all she dared to hold dear; and my empathy could swallow her whole when her hopeful eyes are so tárvotur. I would like to make one thing crystal clear; these are my words but she's the poet here.

Repress

R

Repress

This pain will remain forever unheard because my lips have been sealed and sewn shut; I'll refrain from saying a single word about exactly how deep I've been cut. My dirge will remain forever unsung because I choke when I swallow my pride; and blood fills my mouth as I bite my tongue, when I bottle all this hurt up inside; The truth will remain forever subdued beneath this mask that's concealing my face; so no one will see just how much I brood when I'm dreaming of escaping this place. It's not that I want to keep things from you; but, for some, self-loathing's viewed as taboo.

Paths

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Paths

My heart, a heavy poured-concrete footpath, ends abruptly where the darkness prevails; worn down and weathered by natures sweet wrath, crumbling where its integrity fails. My soul, a gently winding woodland trail, stays the course when my stoney heart gives way; into, under, and throughout that dark veil lest the lightness of hope leads me astray. My thoughts, faint footprints on a sandy beach abridging shroud of night and rising tide; denote the scope of the moons lasting reach illustrating a fate best left implied. My words, a lithe breeze swathed in fallen leaves, echo softly along this path I weave.

Smoke and Mirrors

S

Smoke and Mirrors

You are the tightness alight in my chest as my lips caress your thin paper skin; my heart is under cardiac arrest and you burn so bright when I breath you in. You were a spark, a soft glowing ember, before charring the lining of my lungs; your flavor is one I can't remember even when you're on the tip of my tongue. My addiction to you, sudden and brash, had the cost of feeling forever broke; you burn away filling my mouth with ash disappearing into a plume of smoke. I've never really known when to say when so I will crave you again and again.

I Want Hope

I

I Want Hope

I want a love with a mind like fire a real down to Earth, deep-thought inciter who can burn my dark, heavy heart brighter and turn it, perhaps, fifty shades lighter I want a lover more like a spider an aggressive natural born fighter who severs my head with her incisors when my web of lies is spun inside her I want someone who wants me beside her who, when pushed away, pulls me in tighter I want her to want me to provide her with all the love this world has denied her and I want it to feel, when I find her, like we met in a hadron collider

Slow Circles

S

Slow Circles

Their pulsar hearts are beating at light speed at the sight of bodies so heavenly; they're compelled by a primordial need and their attraction defines gravity. The interstellar medium foretold of their journey across infinity; and their cores, supernovae gone cold, forever defy probability. Their bodies impact as they dance the waltz and they're circling so passionately; their meeting is an accretion of faults that have aligned, somehow, so perfectly. When the dust settles in nebulous wombs; it is never quite clear who consumed whom.

All We Need

A

All We Need

This song that forever plays in my head, lyrics with which I have always agreed; the one where McCartney and Lennon said that love, it would seem, is all that you need. So much more than just a trendy pop-song or deeply seeded capitalist greed; it's a lesson on what we're getting wrong and it's advice I believe we should heed. So dare I say that we all would do well to adopt it as a personal creed; for as near as I am able to tell we are all in need of more love indeed. The Beatles were right, when push comes to shove; all this world needs is a little more love.
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Ahead of the Pack

A

Ahead of the Pack

My life's a maze of dark paths and blue walls with faux exits that find me back once more the shiny clang of repeated coin falls fed from the hand of he who keeps the score As I traverse the winding catacomb picking up the pieces that guide my way I am haunted by the spirits of home from which I can not stop running away Should the ghosts of my yesterdays find me I will turn 'round and devour me whole when turned around their tastes still remind me of the contents of an eight bit fruit bowl Two-hundred-and-fifty-six relapses when cycles break and the maze collapses

Prestigeless

P

Prestigeless

The stage lights hum with an ominous glow, she sits alone, centered in the front row; then the house lights explode letting me know it's about time to get on with the show. Curtains pull back on the opening scene, an image that borders on the obscene; me hanging from thin wisps of silver sheen that bleed quickly into a thick smoke-screen. When the cloud clears she is once more alone and her look of terror mirrors my own; and I realize my cover is blown but it's the only trick I've ever known. I'm saddened that I won't see her react to this ultimate disappearing act.

a funeral or a wedding

a

a funeral or a wedding

I saw a devil today she wore a short dress stitched from the abyss a long jacket adorned with hellfire and stilettos forged from brimstone her shadow eyes begged come hither her upturned lips cried I dare you and the names of the damned bled from her flesh — I saw an angel today she wore a sun dress of clouds and gladioli a wispy halo of braided silver twine and a shroud of divinity her diamond eyes danced with summer sunshine her wistful smile prayed for earthly passion and the names of the damned wept from her flesh

The Changing of Things

T

The Changing of Things

Her tempestuous heart burns fervently which begins my own heart beating harder; and the wind of my words stokes her gently when I bask in her radiant ardour. Her half-smile was tinged with wistful longing when she swiftly stole away with my breath; and I knew she too yearned for belonging as she's the embodiment of hiraeth. Heaviness beset her world-weary soul at the loss of all she dared to hold dear; and my empathy could swallow her whole when her hopeful eyes are so tárvotur. I would like to make one thing crystal clear; these are my words but she's the poet here.

Repress

R

Repress

This pain will remain forever unheard because my lips have been sealed and sewn shut; I'll refrain from saying a single word about exactly how deep I've been cut. My dirge will remain forever unsung because I choke when I swallow my pride; and blood fills my mouth as I bite my tongue, when I bottle all this hurt up inside; The truth will remain forever subdued beneath this mask that's concealing my face; so no one will see just how much I brood when I'm dreaming of escaping this place. It's not that I want to keep things from you; but, for some, self-loathing's viewed as taboo.

Paths

P

Paths

My heart, a heavy poured-concrete footpath, ends abruptly where the darkness prevails; worn down and weathered by natures sweet wrath, crumbling where its integrity fails. My soul, a gently winding woodland trail, stays the course when my stoney heart gives way; into, under, and throughout that dark veil lest the lightness of hope leads me astray. My thoughts, faint footprints on a sandy beach abridging shroud of night and rising tide; denote the scope of the moons lasting reach illustrating a fate best left implied. My words, a lithe breeze swathed in fallen leaves, echo softly along this path I weave.

Smoke and Mirrors

S

Smoke and Mirrors

You are the tightness alight in my chest as my lips caress your thin paper skin; my heart is under cardiac arrest and you burn so bright when I breath you in. You were a spark, a soft glowing ember, before charring the lining of my lungs; your flavor is one I can't remember even when you're on the tip of my tongue. My addiction to you, sudden and brash, had the cost of feeling forever broke; you burn away filling my mouth with ash disappearing into a plume of smoke. I've never really known when to say when so I will crave you again and again.

I Want Hope

I

I Want Hope

I want a love with a mind like fire a real down to Earth, deep-thought inciter who can burn my dark, heavy heart brighter and turn it, perhaps, fifty shades lighter I want a lover more like a spider an aggressive natural born fighter who severs my head with her incisors when my web of lies is spun inside her I want someone who wants me beside her who, when pushed away, pulls me in tighter I want her to want me to provide her with all the love this world has denied her and I want it to feel, when I find her, like we met in a hadron collider

Slow Circles

S

Slow Circles

Their pulsar hearts are beating at light speed at the sight of bodies so heavenly; they're compelled by a primordial need and their attraction defines gravity. The interstellar medium foretold of their journey across infinity; and their cores, supernovae gone cold, forever defy probability. Their bodies impact as they dance the waltz and they're circling so passionately; their meeting is an accretion of faults that have aligned, somehow, so perfectly. When the dust settles in nebulous wombs; it is never quite clear who consumed whom.

All We Need

A

All We Need

This song that forever plays in my head, lyrics with which I have always agreed; the one where McCartney and Lennon said that love, it would seem, is all that you need. So much more than just a trendy pop-song or deeply seeded capitalist greed; it's a lesson on what we're getting wrong and it's advice I believe we should heed. So dare I say that we all would do well to adopt it as a personal creed; for as near as I am able to tell we are all in need of more love indeed. The Beatles were right, when push comes to shove; all this world needs is a little more love.

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