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Zio Reyes Sep 2016
Not sublime, not so fine. These old-timey rhymes cost nine a dime.

A blue-collar scholar, a photogenic schizophrenic.

The big voice preaches, but I'm eating peaches. In Spanish class, the dog teaches.

Really hot with a funny thought, mice get caught climbing a lot.

The day has ended, with laughs intended.

The sunset is orange...

...is orange...

...uh...

...****!!
Zio Reyes Aug 2016
A thousand songs I'll never share.
A thousand words for which none care.
In a ******, agonized floating silence, they just stare.

The reaching music of the night that calls to all lonely ears.
Take my hand all those who need strength for fears.
Follow me and stand through the years.

A constant crawl through dirt and filth to reach the light.
A path of thorns and poison to walk in blight.

My blood is my gift to you. I shall sacrifice my every atom to give the world a smile. I will give you my life so that you may see that there is light.

Help me carry the stone, help me find a home.
Zio Reyes Aug 2016
You came from the sky and held out your hand.
You gave warmth to a frigid land.

When I took your hand, you took my soul.
When I held you, I felt no cold.

For the place in which the Angel passed was my spirit.
I fall into the depth of my mind and I hear it.

You gave me life, and took it with you when you flew away.
Into the sky where the Sun and Moon live, into the sky where I'll be someday.

Mi Ave Marie, mi Angela de Sangre.
Your Lilium echoes in my head, twisted with the hateful dread.

Blessed be the water, essential for the Martyr.
Zio Reyes Aug 2016
My shackles are tight, my body is tired.
I think of my plight, and feel I'm mired.

I watch the approaching sunrise,
I wearily close my eyes.

I remember the work I've done,
my efforts not for a meager one.

The esurient corvine looms so dark,
I look into it's eyes so cold and stark.

With great avarice, it lunges into my flesh,
rapidly tearing as if to thresh.

I feel myself slip away,
I wish that this was my last day.

I wake to see the approaching sunrise,
this endless death is my prize.

The esurient corvine looms overhead, my only wish...

...I wish to be dead.

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