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Spectre Aug 2017
As your warm day starts,
the fire laughs heartily,
the lights comfort you as friends,
your blanket attached to you.

                                          Change - No Power.

                                       No laughing fire, friendly lights, warming quilt.
                                             The cold front knocks, as if they're welcome.
                                  Tears of loneliness shatter against the chilled floor.
                                  Stepping one on is as painful as broken glass.
        Reminders of your failure, your mediocrity, your minimal worth.
The source of your strength can be taken away when you least expect it. Cherish it while you can, the aftermath is always haunting.
Spectre Aug 2017
The threads of fate are disorganised and free,
                                   no confines of expectations to hold them,
          each living person a loom, weaving possibilities,
                                           intertwining chances,
    unpredictability,
                                                     and tragedy...

Not a single plan conforms to the threads of fate, and one day, what nobody will see coming, is a marvelous tapestry of fortune.
Nobody can predict the future, but this doesn't mean bad things are set in stone.
Spectre Jun 2017
A lock of mistrust,
freedom must stem from defiance,
chains of fear are weak.
When prevented from moving on due to fear of misplaced trust, the bindings of regret can only be shattered by your defiance.
  Jun 2017 Spectre
David Cunha
The shrines of power ask every citizen for a dime.
Monumental, omnipowerful yet always needy-greedy
Minions, minions help them out!

Careless, conventional and extra-conservative they shout:
'Extra! Extra! Drop your money, you'll be richer!'
'Put your money on the shrine, mumbo-jumbo'll save your life!'

It won't save your sanity though.
Spectre Jun 2017
You scale the mountain,
weighed down with reluctant chains.
Though you gain confidence,
each rock, each failure, a reminder of pain.
You could end it, leave the trail and go home,
the thoughts of base camp haunt your brain.
Others on that journey assist,
give emotional shift,
and you'll know it was never worth staying.
Fear of failure is as natural as the wild trail itself, no?
Spectre May 2017
Aiming high is a challenge,
the peak of the mountain seems always unattainable.
Yet, when the twin eagles glide together,
no matter their fatigue,
one will always have the back of another
Spectre May 2017
You've been dealt a hand,
as has everyone else.
Large numbers, nines and tens,
yet not a single king or queen.
Alas the winner before you is the Ace of Hearts,
your Holy Grail.
You need not a king or queen, when the ace of your heart is prominent before you, hm?
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