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After The Storm
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I never thought the I would side with an aggressor. “Never let the means unjustify the ends" But it's hard to have honour suffoca...
Winter Solstice
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History's hurts burst gracelessly and blur the polished edges of responses sponsored by maturity. Blurting half-burped mutterings of...
Rant
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Fear steers our ideals. I like to pretend that my intentions are guided by pride in my liberty but honestly, it’s obvious ...
Garnering Respect
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Iconoclasts have come, at last to save us from this drudgery. This too-easy, this clear to see hegemony. But icons as they are s...
Malcontented Walrus Man
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Somehow he oozes free from a car designed for a being a fraction of his mass. Ego-swollen, he appears to have made an inescapable life ...
Call To Arms
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Every day I read the news with growing trepidation. It’s regression on a massive scale. The end of civilisation. We’re not pun...
Christmas 2002
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Once there were three: The magic number- 3 witches; 3 wishes; 3 wise men. Maiden runs away; goes to see a crone. The witch of the East ...
Dispensary Blues
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I am sick of helping the sick And getting nothing in return. No sick pay, no thanks. Just above minimum wage I earn. I am sick of heari...
Speaker Celebrity
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Three years of ridding myself of my rage left me bellaputrescent and old for my age. I appear to you now as a mere wizened spectre; A wr...
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Mindless Burblings
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It's too late to leave We're all here now Why don't we make the best of it? We could stay and chill, maybe take some pills. Mut...
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Love: All
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To err is human, to forgive divine What course of action will be thine? Heroic vengeance, stoic acceptance. How sincere if any repentance? A...
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No Apologies
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My heart belongs to another, My body another still. Some things I cannot explain to you dear And other things I never will. My life is...
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Bitterly Cold
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How dare the Sunshine show his face, When with illusory Autumn Summer’s replaced And offers only cold embrace To those who crave his warmth ...
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