The Impossible Leap

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These iron roads
Bend at their will
Through lavish fields
Of tireless rapture

Yielding the world
At its joyous prime
Prosperous and bold
In its full, chaotic bloom

Stout
With the boastful blare
The deafening quarrel
Of villains and saints

These faithful roads
Yield a sure escape
The impossible leap
From the den
Of ravenous despair

My House of Desecrated Dreams

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Carted away
With blinded fervor
To the furnace
Of desecrated dreams

Where fine
And flourishing deeds
All languish by inferno
Splintering
My wayward hopes

I’ve become
What was forewarned
The slow, unraveling
Of iron will

The generous spool
Unwound into havoc
Sprawling madness
As fear
Gallantly, rages on

The Slow-Wheeling Fable

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I am
The slow-wheeling fable
Of certain decay
Of depravity, run amok

I hold
The boundless scream
Charging the helm
Of shadows
Arcing
And swollen with death

Stagnant
In fear
These organs
Slave in spite

Wired
Forevermore
Until these fraying roads
Spill
Into a constant
Baying dusk

A Daydream’s Fury

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I am cared for
In a daydream’s
Sprawling fury

As a frail
And floundering
Desperate fawn

Latched to its whim
Devoid
Of a pulse

Never, to part ways
With their gathering
Fog

All too soon
In these hapless years
I forge, my home
In stagnation

Never drifting beyond
These withering paths
As comfort burdens
My wanting treads

In Fearful Reverence

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Scalding crimson
Sank sorrowfully
Into a cold
Shadowy mire

As we
Defiantly braved
Its fading fervor
Cloaked
In fearful reverence

Brilliant
True
To its dignified end
Our world
Grew weary and faint

Bidding farewell
At the loom
Of stoic ivory

Faithful and brimmed
With fond
And deep remembrance

My Quiet-Stricken Days

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Beyond torment’s reach
I awaken, stirring
In my home of fraying rags

I nurse
The shards I carry
At the mercy
Of each gradual
Quiet-stricken day

Beyond torment’s reach
I breath earnestly
With true
And heartfelt vigor

Carted away
On a raft
Of undue bliss

Content
With not knowing
The madness
I’ll surely meet