Existence

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Release the pain I sheath

Release the pain I sheath

To my bed I retire late
wake up tired with an aquired ache
plead for my opaque brain to break...

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Scream and burn

Scream and burn

When the screaming starts
And the burning begins
I won’t shout I gold you so
I will...

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Equilibrium

Equilibrium

Balance, such a fascinating concept,
a status of wholly undebatable equality,
yet in Its most...

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Rise up humanity against...

Humanity should be beautified
Instead humanity is brutalised
Don’t give yourself to the...

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Why?

Why?

Why are we?
We are why..
Why we are.

Wonderful colours.
Plunderous numbers....

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Vitality

Sometimes I ingest life and I am astounded by it; alarmed by its urgency, yet utterly entranced by its...

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The Greatest Womb

The Greatest Womb

We are still fetuses
we remain attached to the placenta
by a date of birth or death
by...

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"Requiem"

"Requiem"

"Requiem"

I saw my future......
A shallow tunnel without light.
I was wide awake...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease...

Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this faux written accent...

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Resonate

It's not the times we're left with nought but ash, where once was one held dear that cause us to feel...

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Me

This is reasonable
Without my concerns
It's just ignored
Cut her explaination here:...

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Sacrafice at the alter

Sanitisation and respiration
Formulating excitations
The realisation of expectation
...

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Forever Awakening From Deep...

Forever Awakening From Deep Sleep

Unshakeable groggy state
plagues mein kampf
impossible mission to awaken
this comatose...

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Moon song

Moon song

I think the moon is winking at me
knows how to do it and what to feel
brings with the tide...

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THE JOB OF THE HEART

THE JOB OF THE HEART

The heart isn't a GPS...

It's not made of porcelain or glass...

It isn't a painting to be...

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Orbie

Orbie

An Orb Weaving Spider, elected to make her claim
in my homely garden, so I've given her a name....