PatchworkPaladin - Hello Poetry

You agonize the narrow I must leave you there To tenderize the pharaoh Layer lush and ample fabric bare Share the weight of marrow Several stones to spare in tow Though one good strike, straight as arrow Between the breast would **** the sparrow Recognize the symbols Mind maneuvers nice and nimble Cracking fingers thumping chest Lay them down to rest in thimbles Grasping straws like thorns in thistles Language lingers, yearns to click Waiting for a whistle Brain is Pavlov, oilslick Alchemizing maladies To blunt the morning pistol Bathe in shattered pools of thought Meddling in silence Betwixt a tug and vice grip Stands the one who shapes with violence Defend the winding gauntlet Soothed by gentle guidance Send the snare in riveting For snakes who break from Camelot And those who sleep with science

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Apr 20, 2025

Apr 20, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC

PatchworkPaladin

The Silence Between Discoveries

You agonize the narrow I must leave you there To tenderize the pharaoh Layer lush and ample fabric bare Share the weight of marrow Several stones to spare in tow Though one good strike, straight as arrow Between the breast would **** the sparrow Recognize the symbols Mind maneuvers nice and nimble Cracking fingers thumping chest Lay them down to rest in thimbles Grasping straws like thorns in thistles Language lingers, yearns to click Waiting for a whistle Brain is Pavlov, oilslick Alchemizing maladies To blunt the morning pistol Bathe in shattered pools of thought Meddling in silence Betwixt a tug and vice grip Stands the one who shapes with violence Defend the winding gauntlet Soothed by gentle guidance Send the snare in riveting For snakes who break from Camelot And those who sleep with science

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Water on the way Passing hands Watch the liquid sway Spitting stories from the skies Look down with your yellow eye Brave Grows steeled in its covet Of the crown Shoving night away Keep pushing little lies Emancipate them with your yellow eye Saved Salts in shades Shake devotion from the stars Thick tar turns to martyrs As a moment turns to day Stained glass peers Bring tears to your yellow eye Slave Another slender figure In the mirror Cries to stay Modeling composure As it struggles for some closure Disclosing on the altar That it falters when it prays Black mold in the corner Blindfold to your yellow eye Grave

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Feb 21, 2025

Feb 21, 2025 at 12:04 AM UTC

PatchworkPaladin

Yelloweye

Water on the way Passing hands Watch the liquid sway Spitting stories from the skies Look down with your yellow eye Brave Grows steeled in its covet Of the crown Shoving night away Keep pushing little lies Emancipate them with your yellow eye Saved Salts in shades Shake devotion from the stars Thick tar turns to martyrs As a moment turns to day Stained glass peers Bring tears to your yellow eye Slave Another slender figure In the mirror Cries to stay Modeling composure As it struggles for some closure Disclosing on the altar That it falters when it prays Black mold in the corner Blindfold to your yellow eye Grave

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Even though I know that it’s red It’s green in my head Is this the part that I can hide? Another done deal Locked up Sealed tight Pass the bread Finding clever ways to breach your heart From the inside I keep your seasons in my hourglass Shake, shake, shake Beyond my windowsill When too much time has passed I slot the Sun upon the shelf Testing patience in myself And dust it off for morning Roll it up towards grateful skies Intercepted by the sighs Wrought by wrath and worry First anointed in its ancient times Surrender now your voice To the almighty gun Endeavoring for choice When there’s nothing to be won Such affectionate toys For demented young boys Delivered and done Fields of invitation sway Along the lines of triggered trip mines Adjusting down a bit too much Calls are creeping out Remember fast the signs Atone with love You’re lost in mine

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Feb 20, 2025

Feb 20, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC

PatchworkPaladin

Dodeca

Even though I know that it’s red It’s green in my head Is this the part that I can hide? Another done deal Locked up Sealed tight Pass the bread Finding clever ways to breach your heart From the inside I keep your seasons in my hourglass Shake, shake, shake Beyond my windowsill When too much time has passed I slot the Sun upon the shelf Testing patience in myself And dust it off for morning Roll it up towards grateful skies Intercepted by the sighs Wrought by wrath and worry First anointed in its ancient times Surrender now your voice To the almighty gun Endeavoring for choice When there’s nothing to be won Such affectionate toys For demented young boys Delivered and done Fields of invitation sway Along the lines of triggered trip mines Adjusting down a bit too much Calls are creeping out Remember fast the signs Atone with love You’re lost in mine

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Demonstrate your aptitude In counterfeiting crimes of passion Lest we waver to the winds Of mending trouble when in fashion Little movements Rising action Burst the bubble Sharp reaction Tends to tilt the clever scales Towards dull accord or thinning ration Best we bide the time and hide Slow lament, magenta tide Dance a spell Your mind’s at ease Skippers faring distant seas Appearing softly in the breeze Clouds all whipped and whirled together Quickly scripting subtle pleas Damaged strings all strum in threes Defeat Defend Repeat the senseless killing spree Best we bide the time and hide Slow lament, magenta tide Testament in vestments Checkered patterns flow and flee The body to its heart of hearts The home of disconnected dreams Rip the buttons from the seams Fronds of dripping tendrils scream Within the mountain’s pitch Beyond a pond of wild magic teems Whispering in reverence Rolling in reproach’s steam Fill yourself in patchwork fables Piece together narratives Now represent the winning team Best we bide the time and hide Slow lament, magenta cried

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Aug 10, 2024

Aug 10, 2024 at 12:37 PM UTC

PatchworkPaladin

Magenta Tide

Demonstrate your aptitude In counterfeiting crimes of passion Lest we waver to the winds Of mending trouble when in fashion Little movements Rising action Burst the bubble Sharp reaction Tends to tilt the clever scales Towards dull accord or thinning ration Best we bide the time and hide Slow lament, magenta tide Dance a spell Your mind’s at ease Skippers faring distant seas Appearing softly in the breeze Clouds all whipped and whirled together Quickly scripting subtle pleas Damaged strings all strum in threes Defeat Defend Repeat the senseless killing spree Best we bide the time and hide Slow lament, magenta tide Testament in vestments Checkered patterns flow and flee The body to its heart of hearts The home of disconnected dreams Rip the buttons from the seams Fronds of dripping tendrils scream Within the mountain’s pitch Beyond a pond of wild magic teems Whispering in reverence Rolling in reproach’s steam Fill yourself in patchwork fables Piece together narratives Now represent the winning team Best we bide the time and hide Slow lament, magenta cried

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Addition through subtraction Is the banner of the warring faction Collections of heroic action Gilded slices Framed in fractions Imbibing the well Gaining traction Just enough to coax distraction One step forward and another step Backwards… Was it ever really ours to begin with? No… Is this a bad feeling you can sit with? Hey! Is everything better when it’s infinite? Well… Filling in the blanks of your war path Go… Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft Stay! They max out capacity For competent destruction When experience and cunning And confident instruction Lays down its fears Wastes all its weapons Succeeds in defeating The tenets of justice Consulting in tandem With forces abroad Gaining gilded grace from God One step forward and another step Backwards… Was it ever really ours to begin with? No… Is this a bad feeling you can sit with? Hey! Is everything better when it’s infinite? Well… Filling in the blanks of your war path Go… Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft Stay! Approach the core The idle center All can stay None may enter Exchange your fate For private venture Gold arrays for carnal pleasure Pair off in groups To find the treasure Waxing, waning Mental pressure Trauma can be hard to measure One step forward and another step Backwards… Was it ever really ours to begin with? No… Is this a bad feeling you can sit with? Hey! Is everything better when it’s infinite? Well… Filling in the blanks of your war path Go… Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft Stay! Afterwards they find themselves in quite the conundrum Fifty-odd pounds of force swinging like a pendulum No more battered heroes coming ‘round to defend them Act against inaction The final addendum One step forward and another step Backwards… Was it ever really ours to begin with? No… Is this a bad feeling you can sit with? Hey! Is everything better when it’s infinite? Well… Filling in the blanks of your war path Go… Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft Stay! Stay! Stay!

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Aug 7, 2024

Aug 7, 2024 at 10:42 AM UTC

PatchworkPaladin

Centerstone

Addition through subtraction Is the banner of the warring faction Collections of heroic action Gilded slices Framed in fractions Imbibing the well Gaining traction Just enough to coax distraction One step forward and another step Backwards… Was it ever really ours to begin with? No… Is this a bad feeling you can sit with? Hey! Is everything better when it’s infinite? Well… Filling in the blanks of your war path Go… Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft Stay! They max out capacity For competent destruction When experience and cunning And confident instruction Lays down its fears Wastes all its weapons Succeeds in defeating The tenets of justice Consulting in tandem With forces abroad Gaining gilded grace from God One step forward and another step Backwards… Was it ever really ours to begin with? No… Is this a bad feeling you can sit with? Hey! Is everything better when it’s infinite? Well… Filling in the blanks of your war path Go… Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft Stay! Approach the core The idle center All can stay None may enter Exchange your fate For private venture Gold arrays for carnal pleasure Pair off in groups To find the treasure Waxing, waning Mental pressure Trauma can be hard to measure One step forward and another step Backwards… Was it ever really ours to begin with? No… Is this a bad feeling you can sit with? Hey! Is everything better when it’s infinite? Well… Filling in the blanks of your war path Go… Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft Stay! Afterwards they find themselves in quite the conundrum Fifty-odd pounds of force swinging like a pendulum No more battered heroes coming ‘round to defend them Act against inaction The final addendum One step forward and another step Backwards… Was it ever really ours to begin with? No… Is this a bad feeling you can sit with? Hey! Is everything better when it’s infinite? Well… Filling in the blanks of your war path Go… Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft Stay! Stay! Stay!

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I heard the blaring wails Of strangers playing pin the tail On the donkey Reminds me of a time When we use to play Swing the flail At the monkey We were young And feeling spunky But when the morning comes again I’ll see you then Today I’ll wear my positive attitude Just for you Till the soil in the flowerbed Even if I’m feeling blue I know it may seem old school That I’m still sipping sweet vermouth The memories flair up And I’m returned to youth Come upstairs I’m on Floor 2 The one that has A distant view Just a couple steps away From knowing where you are I feel your presence fade from me You seem so very far The little talks And street lamp walks I thought would bring us closer What was I to do? Worry not your pretty head None of it was true

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Feb 29, 2024

Feb 29, 2024 at 7:08 PM UTC

PatchworkPaladin

Distance

I heard the blaring wails Of strangers playing pin the tail On the donkey Reminds me of a time When we use to play Swing the flail At the monkey We were young And feeling spunky But when the morning comes again I’ll see you then Today I’ll wear my positive attitude Just for you Till the soil in the flowerbed Even if I’m feeling blue I know it may seem old school That I’m still sipping sweet vermouth The memories flair up And I’m returned to youth Come upstairs I’m on Floor 2 The one that has A distant view Just a couple steps away From knowing where you are I feel your presence fade from me You seem so very far The little talks And street lamp walks I thought would bring us closer What was I to do? Worry not your pretty head None of it was true

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Eighteen green balloons Circling around the bed A few blue flowers in bloom Just to counteract the red In your pleading eyes Candles carry on the lies Of specters caring on the side Just knowing it’s your time Down the hall the gurney hastens Secluded, little airtight spaces Where the walls are growing faces The Lord left all His grace behind Installing breathless tangled braces Locked within are faithless traces Doubts tumble down a slope Towards sober trials Drunken chases Seems to me too late to race The pulsing threat of black embraces A myriad of visions slip A pair of switches toss and flip What used to be your fabric twined Now lies outstretched and slowly rips Paintings of your past receding Into modern microchips Rushing laughter comes to grips Against a brush of fingertips Until the shining light makes way For vessels in memoriam The last of life escapes in ships Faintly passing by the sound Of others on their final trip

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Feb 24, 2024

Feb 24, 2024 at 8:15 PM UTC

PatchworkPaladin

Eighteen Green Balloons

Eighteen green balloons Circling around the bed A few blue flowers in bloom Just to counteract the red In your pleading eyes Candles carry on the lies Of specters caring on the side Just knowing it’s your time Down the hall the gurney hastens Secluded, little airtight spaces Where the walls are growing faces The Lord left all His grace behind Installing breathless tangled braces Locked within are faithless traces Doubts tumble down a slope Towards sober trials Drunken chases Seems to me too late to race The pulsing threat of black embraces A myriad of visions slip A pair of switches toss and flip What used to be your fabric twined Now lies outstretched and slowly rips Paintings of your past receding Into modern microchips Rushing laughter comes to grips Against a brush of fingertips Until the shining light makes way For vessels in memoriam The last of life escapes in ships Faintly passing by the sound Of others on their final trip

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Happy birthday, grey sky You were always so shy Unwanting Unwilling Just itching to hide Come on and say hi Or hang there and cry Unstable Unmoving Receding from life I cannot say why You're resting up high So earnest So honest Yet failing to try Concerned for your pride With quickness and stride I'd say you've played safe If not for the balance You battle inside

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Jan 3, 2022

Jan 3, 2022 at 12:17 PM UTC

PatchworkPaladin

Happy Birthday, Grey Sky

Happy birthday, grey sky You were always so shy Unwanting Unwilling Just itching to hide Come on and say hi Or hang there and cry Unstable Unmoving Receding from life I cannot say why You're resting up high So earnest So honest Yet failing to try Concerned for your pride With quickness and stride I'd say you've played safe If not for the balance You battle inside

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Pondering over and over Until I can't sit still I think I've had my fill Mysteries overhead While all its edges spill Within a songbirds trill Echoing far beyond Across the verdant hills Bending neatly as it builds Eyes peeking far afield Just to savor thrills From such distant kills

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Jan 2, 2022

Jan 2, 2022 at 7:32 PM UTC

PatchworkPaladin

Mount Hester

Pondering over and over Until I can't sit still I think I've had my fill Mysteries overhead While all its edges spill Within a songbirds trill Echoing far beyond Across the verdant hills Bending neatly as it builds Eyes peeking far afield Just to savor thrills From such distant kills

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Sound waves shame the schism of the hemispheres, Lost and found like anomalies, Drawing battles out of thin veneers, And a fading sense of honesty Your baggage claims you at the gate, Zipping fast like mood swings, It finds itself in front of fate, Each and every bite it brings Crafting laughter from the silence, Making names so hastily, Your open discourse leads to violence, This vision is now hazy You'll see yourself a carousel, A distant faction at the edge, The rise and fall of broncos, So steadily they're all abridged, Mechanically outpaced and flanked, By armies standing at the ridge, Of time

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Jul 18, 2020

Jul 18, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC

PatchworkPaladin

2020

Sound waves shame the schism of the hemispheres, Lost and found like anomalies, Drawing battles out of thin veneers, And a fading sense of honesty Your baggage claims you at the gate, Zipping fast like mood swings, It finds itself in front of fate, Each and every bite it brings Crafting laughter from the silence, Making names so hastily, Your open discourse leads to violence, This vision is now hazy You'll see yourself a carousel, A distant faction at the edge, The rise and fall of broncos, So steadily they're all abridged, Mechanically outpaced and flanked, By armies standing at the ridge, Of time

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