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They’re huntin’ through the woods
lookin’ for those tropical goods
when they find them they cut ‘em down.
The trees that fall seem to drown.

The falling forest trees give off a horrifying flicker
and call the devil with a notorious snicker.
It sure is too bad that people are accumulating
a wonderful world that they’re exponentially mutilating.

In the beginning of time
with all things sublime
a world without sight
without life or man’s might.
It gave us a chance
to see if we could glance
into a triumphant future
which we all now butcher.

When will the world see that it’s dying?
Well I sure can’t see whether it’s trying.
When will the world fill its gaping holes?
No one can know
every which way we goes.

I am a complex machine.
My gears are buckled
in hideous formation
I fear what I do not know.
I fear for others safety
and impediments to their greatness
with hope for them I only have.
Be gone with the sand
that blows with the wind
I am startled with the fiends that smile.
Crushed is the grass
as I sit among the beasts.
The imprint they leave
upon the ground
matches eerily close
to the caliber of mine.
It reveals the immensity
of my primitive ferocity.

I will blacken your animated soul
it is now known for certain.
I will pour the venom in your cup
and compel you to drink it all.
I will run away when you cry
burning embers mark the trail.
I will fret about my ways
when the darkness
escapes my soul.
I will weep alone in my bed
and coerce myself a faith
for modification.

Thy vibrant spirit
so fair does it glow
thou art the brightest star
in heaven’s light
I never fear
thy angel's might
my will is yours
thine in mine
your smile makes me shine
oh so utterly divine.

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I have but one
life left to live
I’ve given up all the rest
this day that comes
will be profound
you will see that I am forgone.
Amongst the strife and the burning hell
that wakes my soul from slumber
yes you will see that I am found.

Beneath the earth
lies an angel’s wing that sings
a song of glory
it coalesces with my restriction
I have but one life left to live.
Its life of depravation is decaying slowly
let me see the part that makes you weak.
It allows me to see so clear my fate
because I am a rhythmic betrayal.
Yes you
will see
how I am chained
to the walls that I’ve made out of stone.

You
will see
how oft I mourn
and visibly the birds that make me thaw
though cold is the sea
that wraps my flesh
with nights that freeze the layers I augment.
I am a bleeding
scorching monster that sings
all through the life
that has but one left to live.
Yet I
have seen
others fallen into cracks
who lounge in hate
they don’t see the power of rage
because when I approach the fire
I know how to not get burned
when I taste the flickering embers
my tongue has yet to bleed.
The mountains of sand and the endless war
I am caught in the crossfire
was wrought by iron hammers
into a crosspiece
delicately sustained
the voltage I induce when electrified
transmits you a sharp jolt
traveling through you like a slipstream of turmoil
boiling all your nerves expelling groans.
How gallant is a man that endures such torment?
I am the
guardian that tires.
Rules do not listen to me
and neither me to them
if I ever find my buried rest
then this life will be rectified
held tightly in my arms
I have but one life left to live.

Clouds n’ Mist

Clouds n’ mist
infect a blur
into your eyes
with a fuss full of fist
a blow to the skull missed
in that the rival’s dissed
and unto this
their words piss
degradable infliction,
it is their addiction,
they dissect your soul a crucifixion,
obsessed in their conviction,
n’ your mind is overwhelmed in constriction
once they evict you from their jurisdiction
you send out a message in a bottle of your affliction
across the dicey sea,
only does it drown to the very bottom
to be forgotten,
your cry for help misbegotten.

And tears sing a dismal song
and all along
you weren’t so strong
weeping softly your whole lifelong,
you decimate atonement through
obstinacy,
except it’s a fallacy,
what a folly,
like a half volley
you interject propositions
rapidly at the speed of thoughts
and retorting somehow becomes a race.
unable to respond
and in your place
someone's found to replace,
can’t keep up with the pace?
then you better stay on first base
and take heed of the moment with a poker face
though you’ll feel out of place
since it’s an oblique case,
in the end,
you’re hit in the face.

So,
embrace,
and the clouds n’ mist will sheath
your fretful plights
this very night,
still watch your rear light
and if you aim to ignite
the wish of being a shipwright
wherein this craft brings you joy upright
then full sails ahead
just stay above the mobile depths,
that is,
if you were
to boat it unaided,
from fearsome serpents
that lurk inert.

Young bloke,
live freely among all folk,
careful though,
you could choke.
So pull out a joke
or two,
evoke none
of forlorn,
bygone days,
indeed,
your verbal diary
should be revoked,
also remember not to smoke,
or do coke,
neither provoke,
nor drink egg yolk,
instead relish the recoil
of moments that come to pass.

Here I am
just as I–am
except the waves are
passing through me too–fast
each wave is–too damn strong
each wave concealed to the high-minded kept only–half an eye
the–rapid succession of –forceful blows of–fear–imposing itself into my mind
imminent-impact infiltrating as sly as a snake but as powerful as a rushing bull I–
cannot stop it now as it heads my way –I stand still–frozen.
Will it hit me? Will the bull–hit me? I am–not moving.
This trajectory set in–stone there is no–diversion
I am in its path and it still–comes my life
doesn’t–flash before my eyes
I see only the horns
and then–
nothing.

The night where dragonflies
hover over dense meadows
of green and blue parade
a murky bundle of nature’s love
the light of the moon
reminds the few who’ve traveled long
and the wanderers of the time
when things were necessary
the beaten slopes of valleys
and where roads stretched long and far.
The flowery aroma smells
sweet as honey-nectar.

Wry foxes cry from place to place
and nature’s inbred color
flees like the leaves in a calm autumn
and the cracked
slanted tree stumps
spawn the scars of the earth.

The passing currents of history
learn by heart the steadfastness
and the roaring windy whispers
form an embrace that follows.
We are to greet the land that welcomes us
else we might just follow our path
back home.

To touch the land with grace
a gentle hand
level with the hilly body of soil
where ancestors once farmed
groomed and bred.

A goal is provided to surge a wave of
appreciation amongst fellow man.
Like a pulley lifting corroded weight
of burdens foregone
but to also heave revelation
of refined understanding
through experiences
emphatically troubling
euphoric
or all that lies in between.
Combined we are
integrated grapevines
that may attach to pride
or taste of sugary seasons past.
This land has taken so much
so many rocky
heavy footsteps
and we’ve sloped the lands
with our ingenious triumphs
of design and priceless structures
we’ve interrupted the countryside’s
solid nobility.

Although the lands are fused to us
we are not yet fused to the land.

It is really hard to listen to
dance-type music and
compel oneself not to dance.
It is really hard to understand someone
who doesn’t understand him or herself.
It is really hard to not force oneself
to not force oneself in doing something.
It is really hard to do many things,
but some things are harder to do than others,
so lets start with the rudimentary aspects
and see where we go from there.
Otherwise,
if we leap to places we haven’t yet ranked up to
then it is illogical to reach for such goals.
Start small,
and you are more liable to achieve what you
believed you could not.
Stay on shore for a safely finite time
or sail with the crew across the uncharted waters
where sea serpents smell fear and
where guileful danger lies in wait,
it is your choice,
have at it what you will,
but sometimes Time can be a gunman,
just take cover and wait for the reload
then spring up on him and knife him in the throat
when he doesn’t see it coming.
Strike those that are strong in their weakest spots,
don’t invariably limit yourself to an honorable fight,
it is not how you win the fight in the real world,
it is the fact that you won the fight that ultimately counts.