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Ire

Ire rules all other emotions. The heat wells up from the toes to the nose and the body seeks catharsis. The skin itself becomes uncomfortable and needs to be ripped out and the teeth volunteer as the executioner, but while the skin suffers, the teeth gain

satisfaction, unwanted satisfaction which in turn angsts them, having them begging for a same response from the body, the executioner then longs for the axe to swing upon his own neck. What then must one do to tame this wild horse, that absorbs the flame and runs amok burning the fields around it with vitriolic glee?

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Sunflower

Adorn my walls lovely sunflower Brighten up that mossy and dark facade

Looming for as long as I remember Calm my greyhaired heart going mad Reflect the sunlight and spread your soothing and enticing aroma Let it seep into my tired head awaken it from its wine fuelled coma

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Drunken Hysteria

Teetering on the edge of finality

Leaving behind all the banality

I cling to the side of my bed

Hoping to halt the spinning of my head

I drink the wine and get a taste

Of sweet death in a sip with haste

Then I wake up the next morning

Luckily my mother not mourning

And I think of my actions the day past

And I think of death so close so fast

And I come to appreciate all life

Thats why I made sweet wine my life

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Sophrosyne

‘There are no deep set attitudes or temperaments, they are all nothing but resplendent masks chosen with the rising of the sun and yanked off by the setting of the moon, and the featureless wrinkled blank face that dons them is not even visualised in the crudest of mirrors. It is complete denial that is visualized when one looks upon tbe reflection of his mask and the thin line of a mouth behind it smiles, revelling in its so called natural grace and beauty.’ ‘who are you behind the masks?’ you may ask. ‘I am the playright and the critic, the director and the audience, the fusion of the elements that make or break the show, the grand orchestrator if you will.’

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Ode To Her

Set my pen on a piece of paper

Sweet thoughts i try to conjure

I think of love, beauty, and peace

But nothing seems to appease

I rack my brain for quotes on love

But I only get an ill fitting glove

Boggled brain of beauty bereft

Lost after a luscious lily left

Swamps and mires and fires

Envy, pride, and lustful desires Innocence is forever lost it seems

A tale of shattered forgotten dreams

Told by my frittered jeanss seams

I set my pen on this piece of paper

And I dedicate my words,

An ode to her

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Dry Place

I came of age in a dry place

And there's sand all over my face

My skin is cracked and hardened

But my heart years for dew

Morning sweat and brilliant hue

To look upon the infinite mountains

Feel my brown breasts leaving

To split the nearest sea

Flowing about seamlessly

Cross over and flee

And in a distant land be free

Yet in a swift moment

That daydream is shattered

I open my eyes

Broken and battered

I come to realize

I never escaped

My endless chase

My dry place

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Dionysian Summer

A Dionysian summer worth remembering

Following that terrible green spring

A time after people lost hope

Stripped of freedom

Trying to cope

Our frustrations overflowed

No act immoral or flawed

Fountains spew wine

Sinners and saints in line

Gluttons and monks feasted

Got drunk together and broke bread

Nuns and gals kissed in the streets

As nightingales sang at their feet

No dawn to be wasted

No sunset to be missed

No kiss left unplanted

No skin left not sunkissed

It was a summer of hedonistic pleasure

Following that terrible terrible spring

A time afterworldly in its leisure

A dionysian summer worth remembering

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Consequences

And then you look around, the field where your flaming horse run amok is depleted. Bereft of beauty and color with not a single blade of grass to keep you company or give you hope. You find butterflies that have gone to war with your havoc lying around burnt bark with holey wings. Pureness is no longer existent and joy is simply a notion for another day, another year, another decade. You lie your head down and a single seed, somehow, someway, survived. Theres always a seed that is a womb for the glimmer of hope that is so desperately awaited. Find that seed and when you do start digging.

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Spices

Spices sprinkled over a cooking pot

A littke touch from an experts hand

The meal stays bland and boring not

And satisfies all appetites grand

But to those with stomach meek

The extra spices prove distasteful

Makes them feel sick and weak

Turns them towards the chef spiteful

Thus the embellisher’s storytelling

Decorative white lies to entertain

The uninvolved folks listening

While the subjects in red stain

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Emotions

Within the cave the water sprouts

Rumbling, scadling, rapid and intense

They blocked the mouth with no way out

Upon the fragile walls it launches offense

Thumping and beating, it viciously clashes

Taking no more it finally collapses

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Blue skies

The silky blue strings of the sea

Tug at my heart and it bellows,

A siren song for my temporary reality

Thats about to come crashing down

Like a fierce midnight wave

Under a full red moon

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Sultry Mistress

A sultry mistress

A wicked temptress

Every fellows bane

Drives the restless insane

A playful grin

As she attracts sin,

Evil and wastefulness

She despises greatness

With pretty manicured tips

She fills the gluttons lips

Her slim waist and mesmerising bust

Fill a man up with lust

A voice thats soothing and tender

That lulls the sloth into slumber

Slender legs and clicking stilettos

She leads to death as you follow

Indeed, a sultry mistress

Boredom, you wicked temptress

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Uncertain World

My juvenile eyes saw the world in a different color

The world was packed with mysteries and splendors

Flames of ardour burnt and roared within me

A belief in a life that is nothing but an adventure spree

A treasure in my sight and in my hands, the key

Seasons visited and departed and my skins hardened

My eyes thinned and my vision was dulled

I percieved in nothing but white and black

And within me only the ashes of a fire from way back

Now every breast I rest on is cold

Every glass of wine tastes bland

No more ashes from that fire of old

I look around while I pludge in quicksand

As life goes before me in sepia

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Dancing Girl

Dancing girl,

Dancing girl

I see you wave

I see you twirl

Light as wind

You drift across

And of any words

I’m at loss

Fiery passion ablaze

I cannot help but gaze

At your sparkling flames

Of unparalleled claims

You shake the earth

with your bare feet

And it dances along

To your harmonious beat

As fluid as water

Yet even freer

Dancing girl,

Dancing girl

I see you wave

I see you twirl

Will you dance with me?

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Power

I inhaled deeply and I filled my lungs

The hot smoke roamed around my system

It was justified, it made sense

My body, I said, my kingdom

How great and powerful I felt

The very elusive air surrounding

I could control with my mouth

As I shaped it into wisps and rings

But power they say, is corruptive

And this was no different

Even for the tiniest form of control

I burned my insides with clouded judgment

Man is not to blame when in control

When you walk around in god’s shoes

Even boots of gold would feel bare

It’s human nature, one wins and all loses.

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Cocoon

I long for the cocoon

For the phoenician emergence

To roam the sky

And kiss the treetops

To escape the wild horses

Running amok

And trampling the fields

Denying me of the company

Of the jade grass blades

To frolick within

I long for the cocoon

But i’m just a centipede

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Ride

Hop in with me and lets ride

The sunset sky has nothing to hide

Let loose your hair in the summer air

Or is it winter? I dont really care

Slip with me through valleys tight

As hailstorms blast left and right

Soar with me under the moonlight

Everything is gonna be alright

Feel the rhythm of the road,

Rocky

Smooth

Winding

Sliding

Come ride with me we’re getting there

Be it thunder, rain, blue skies, & golden rays

You see the ends the same, always’ been

You and me, we’re getting there anyways