Holy Matrimony

Your need for power

Trumps the vows you spoke to me.

I stand defeated.

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Paradigms

I’d rather be wrong

And have you say I’m nothing.

You ARE lovable.

My Box

Just like Pandora,

Opening my box won’t kill you.

Years should’ve proved that.

Haiku of Fear and Blood

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The things they teach you:
Don’t cross the low-water bridge.
Live the illusion.

An Ode to Dorian

The thin skin of time.

Self-deceiving words hold youth?

Root down to grow up.

Luminescence

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Fool! I can see you.
Still creeping in your shadows.
I am made of light.

Jericho’s Walls

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The trumpets called,
But Jericho’s walls never did fall.
Those were just soothing fables told to create instant gratification,
In a world born of chaotic wandering.

But these false tales of triumph were not lies built on malice and trickery,
Rather a way for us to fool ourselves that we had done all our work,
So we might appear in the norm.
So we might walk alongside the masses and be as one of the tribe.

Although, Fortress walls take years to build
And even longer to destroy,
Brick by brick they can be brought to rubble.
Till the day we reach our inner most treasure
And the trumpets can call at the fall of Jericho’s walls.

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