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Micah G Feb 2020
If I am empty, lad
Then I must be fillable
And forsaken land
Then I am still tillable
So hand me a pint
And I’ll drink the tankard full
And we’ll be on our merry way
  Feb 2020 Micah G
MawaLin
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
Micah G Feb 2020
Crisp and yellow things
Small suns in my open mouth-
Crap! The bag’s empty!
Micah G Feb 2020
The small buzzing fly
Causes me so much grief, but...
Who am I to **** it?
Micah G Feb 2020
In the suburb it only takes a certain lens
To see that not all is as it pretends
The mind is so quickly warped by life
And the pain and the darkness and strife

For example, the wind will carry a kite
Such innocence on display but try with might
And you will see that this scene without a care
Is so different than we think, so hear.

The childrens’ exclamations echo in the air
Easily taken as that of a terrified Baudelaire
As if Reversed by some ungodly curse
What once was joy now turned for worse

And the wind of course
Represents the taking of life by force
As life does in the end
Everything will beneath death, bend.

And red the kite is
even as tragic as Les Mis
For that is the color we bleed
And bleed we will Indeed.

So heed my words reader dear, heed
Everything is not what it seems
You may see things one way
But I see differently this day.
Micah G Jan 2020
Yggdrasil-champion
Magic Mead-master
Sovereign seeker of sight

Command the Valkyrie Battalion
Casting triumph and disaster
Great Lord of Asgard on high

Glory, Ymir-slayer
Glory, World-shaper
All powerful till Ragnarok arrives
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