PhantomsWake - Hello Poetry

Then comes the day... cracks thrown across, my gaunt old face; and strength gives way... these bones are tired, cannot keep pace. What's that you say? "How much time here?" "How did you place?" I couldn't say... but won't be long, finished this race. And chunked to clay... marble stone laid, runes carved on base; then all will say... I was called home, by the Lord's grace.

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Oct 23, 2017

Oct 23, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC

The finished line

Then comes the day... cracks thrown across, my gaunt old face; and strength gives way... these bones are tired, cannot keep pace. What's that you say? "How much time here?" "How did you place?" I couldn't say... but won't be long, finished this race. And chunked to clay... marble stone laid, runes carved on base; then all will say... I was called home, by the Lord's grace.

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If given some slack would you chase it? If given the knowledge would you taste it? If given the chance would you waste it? If given a dream would you face it? If given the steps would you trace it? If given it all would you Ace it?

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Oct 21, 2017

Oct 21, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC

Aced...

If given some slack would you chase it? If given the knowledge would you taste it? If given the chance would you waste it? If given a dream would you face it? If given the steps would you trace it? If given it all would you Ace it?

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Art cares not... Art cares not for approval, it simply expresses; Art cares not for award, it simply impressess; Art cares not for articulation, it simply apprises; Art cares not... for in fact, it simply surmises; Art cares not... but simply, do you?

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Oct 21, 2017

Oct 21, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC

Art cares not...

Art cares not... Art cares not for approval, it simply expresses; Art cares not for award, it simply impressess; Art cares not for articulation, it simply apprises; Art cares not... for in fact, it simply surmises; Art cares not... but simply, do you?

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