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Michael W Noland Jul 2012
stare upon the core

that in which adored

be no more

no more


strain the eyes to see

burning

blinding

loving


in warmth of touch

light disrupt

the curse

dispersed

in ashes
Michael W Noland Jul 2012
She was so alone

filling the oceans of my heart

as it turned to stone

lay her down

atop the moonlight

drain her out

absence of light

so ******* cute when she fights

and i still feel

the echoes of the tide

and i still kneel

to her strong side
Michael W Noland Jul 2012
secrete hate

let it fill your skies

breathe the flames

that you weaponize

the inhibitions of the average citizen are in their composition

lost

our prohibitions are leveraged in manipulation of indentured cost

its character assassination

alienation of a nation

built to look like suicide

and i

am so sick of these ridiculous syndicates of clueless idiots

i got no time for the intermediate silly ****

they dont know what the **** they are talking about and i am supposed to submit to it

I already screamed into loose winds

I already know the angels are gone

I already grew the **** up

And the fear is gone

******* Gone
Michael W Noland Jul 2012
oh the unholy chores of my withered lord

of my remorseless discord

must stop the hordes as though an indian from the cupboard

smothered

in the rugged stubbornness of my hellacious mischief and deviance

sounding out the ingredients of my grievances and disobedience

patient expediance.

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