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Lies in a World Forever YoungLies in a World of the Forever YoungLies in a World Forever Young
He just wants to be comforted, feel better for who he is, To know that, at the end of the day, what little he has, is his. Instead he hears laughter every time that his back is turned. And he feels the heat where malicious eyes have burned. Reminding him of the transgressions of the father he never knew; Turning to ashes the belief that, in his heart, even he has virtue.
We are bound by lies, in a world of the forever young, Drinking in the darkness of the empty songs sung. Somehow it is better to believe, in this austere madness, Th
by ~TrueBard
The Sins of the FatherThe Sins of the FatherThe Sins of the Father
Molten dystopia drips from the sun, Drawn by a chariot up in the sky. Rays of bright entropy twinkle from high, Falling like Rome from the Grace of the Son, Striking the Earth with the blast of a gun, Burning the feeble who helplessly cry, “Freedom my friends is a meaningless lie!" Chaos burns hot on the melting gnomon.
Sinking gold sphere gives dear hope to a few; They might outlast the harsh death and rebirth, Only to conquer their fears of food’s dearth. Feeding the brood with an empty menu. Laughter resounds on the
by ~TrueBard
Epitome of NepentheEpitome of NepentheEpitome of Nepenthe
Life ends in death, we know this in learning And how can we as mortal men foresee What likely alternative there may be? But as a man of good, sound discerning, Having never left my passions burning, I have looked into what passing may be, By way of lovely femininity, Nary giving into my heart’s yearning.
I have come to understand and see, By the troubles and trials of Pirithous, Life ends not in death, only nepenthe. And at the heart is the epitome, We are as decayed as Ozymandias; When even Death bows to Persephone.
by ~TrueBard
NarcissismNarcissismNarcissism
What I am is simply what I became, A lucid, putrid man stony and grey, When the last of my dreams had peeled away Like the rotting skin covering my frame. The subsequent agony that then came Was to be anticipated that day, And what was left behind made its own way; Smoldering grave dust, peerlessness aflame
Don’t worry about me, dear befriended, You did not leave me with this butcher’s knife. Foolishly I had thought I pretended, And my vain supremacy distended As I ignored my failings with their rife, Until what crushed me we
by ~TrueBard
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Wood Upon the WaterWood Upon the WaterWood Upon the Water
Wood upon the water, What a symbiosis to be, Fluid, free, but sturdy, Through insecurity.
To flow amongst the river, But not diminished as you run, By plant, pool...person, Or evaporating sun.
To be free and yet so strong, To fill an empty heart, Yet be so cedar strong, As not to break apart.
To change, yet to remain, True to who you are inside, Crystal clear to the eye, With nothing left to hide.
What a symbiosis we have, My humble, wooden, friend, To compliment each other, &
by ~Poetically-Yours
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