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robert-ross
robert-ross
Canadian Vancouver BC Canada. I allow my poetry to speak for me, where my words / in description do no justice, and simply annoy me :)
It has gone sense of space travelling along edge of mind elegant 8 if I were to say it there would be no sound if I were to think it it would not be defined if I were to care it would be quick to remind it has come it has gone sense of space around the edge about face staring at the dream anxious that I have already been.
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC
It has come
When life has built a massive apparatus, you try to play melodies of comfort, but are often left with flickering images that glow dark; lending more beauty to the light of now.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 4:42 AM UTC
Here
As set forth with elongated majesty every step, every regal byte; be it monitored, be it impolite. Henceforth with enriched history every misstep, every evil blight; it is remembered, it is contrite. Ascribed with fanciful thought every back peddle, every slight; it is hands that do the talking, it is plans to put up a fight!
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
Rules
Life's greatest failures set to classical music flares of modern tears and laughter fluid within reverb, called out on an antiquated device lol not read well nor did you understand It remains background echoes chase dreams blue monstrosities flow from open wounds invite ingestion now must, or sweat terror of reigns classical rhythm defaulted change station left muted suspicion right mastered joint of sorts wicked blue monstrosities wherein lies fault.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
Unfamiliar sound
Recollections of you rotted flesh flashed smirked smoke no mirrors amplify pyre rise high a match ready to strike trumpets gallantly play naked through the street live in guttural flee the walking man humbled by a single flame ash spread acrid burn primed for war paint blackened walls waged a slave plagued inert.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
The happy march
You were the height of existence more high than view a poor man's whimsical consolation I'll give that to you and you took you took thigh then broke through you were an *** face askew You were the master of nothing lowly looking far from view heart beat inaudible; polemic attribution no want of memory and you smiled you smiled pin what you could held steadfast I don't know who you were I don't know that it was you I don't recall the sound or when it stopped I only remember when it restarted absent a shadow absent from view.
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
Non-existence after the fact
Struggling to resurrect profound limits muse the vision, knowing time fell hard on shell fired precision blasting glow foundations scattered never formed, never happened, never sure no measure, no matter, no philosophy hyperbolic flattery to limited function within crumpled artillery will never sea, no import no importance no semblance mutiny! We throw humanity in no height no weight no fall no grace! Question? Encompass stacked shifted only slightly pulled gently apart shifting smile or a part oblivion! we echoed from the start.
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
Towards the end
You will not find, but will know record, not driven of above, nor down below faith in numbers, call to arms revisited body, fragmented words porous motivation, pious shell complicit deception, nor hope could cradle civilization relapse, awkward position ****** force of introspection strike balance, no metric discovery tragic coverup cite the source, no reason change scenery, mockery within confession proffer sweet, lasting embrace here and now unrequited gutted by action form a missive, time at issue ended dismissive words broker, no heal could crush plot dance, within memory sum of all parts, spire mastery, where now lay dormant, a King in waiting, unable to move a condition, no form.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC
Unmoved by Action
I am a visitor in the past heavy bass and hops a surgeon, eyes following leaning on iron fist pumping ire I only live in recollection worry terribly distortion racking I wore a tie I wore leather I wore a lie erased you, I did I can bounce off a memory wave at the ****** face of hilarity knowing I can't go back there in reality smell my hair, comb it with a part slick it back I zoom on by who the **** was that, never could catch up the why Never a master at tickity tick present never present I'm so distant, there I go again waving at the ****** up face of hilarity I click, I click, I click flying by wave after wave no difference between each but so rapidly different that is reality just not really who said so not me I did no really no reality that isn't me just a memory Change the sound vibrate charm no hand no form no world vacuous gas laughing design waving at nothing never existed no one saw it but you did paradox both, yes, you read it morphed the reality just a memory a picture Green? Smell it. Manufacture play strings bounce memories fly light speed see the edges laugh at the image see all of you none of you some of you the thorn of you ***** pluck plunge please do not end
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
Just say the word
Sat upon throne, my naked body racked of bone Tin foil crown kept within forested womb dressed with silver chill as you danced and dangled ministry, my salvation my doom False light, flash I throw down you take my form you take my form you take my form YOU TAKE MY FORM I touch that part I foam You strike AXE, ARROW, SPEAR! Reborn You grab again I give you my youth You just take smile as you smoke blackened you smile the heckle of that look reminisce at destruction! Sit amongst papers no mind for matters recalling that glorious crown hold what little of that time I can submerged a tin foil womb baking that ******* within I TAKE YOUR FORM and dance and dangle your salvation we dance to destruction We strike the core I dance like a drunkard mocking MOCKING mocking I touch that part mocking You see that *** You strike, I strike You shoot, I shoot we know the plot. Our form, assumed The dance of being alone in that form Only we know the tune allowed for the beauty of reality so dark now a vacuum the soot travels whirls within tinged light history's ghostly whim ****** I sit back down I touch that spot MOCKING MOCKING I breath, you breath WE STRIKE That feeling never far apart.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
Mutual Destruction