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Dustin Dean Jul 2018
What follows is not a tracing of steps
But an illumination of what we let
Become in an ambiguous reality
A hallucinating fine tuned fallacy
Each vastly different than the former
Merely, we are a stream of transformers
That will be everywhere at the end of time
Dustin Dean Jul 2018
One with the swans and the wind
Is pushed over the levee, my friend
Until we meet again, faster than soon
For a spot of tea, high in the noon
As rivers cry at the dash of a dime
Indeed, we shall continue to survive
Through shared stories
Down by the riverside
Untold to those unwell
In heart, mind, and spirit
For they have catching up to do
Before they get to pet the glass goose
Dustin Dean Jun 2018
Incinerate the world around
Never knowing when you'll be found
And just when you think your time is due
Alas, another task is given to you
Dustin Dean Jun 2018
Deserted hopes left to dry in despair
Marching on, they stomp on any remains
To quell the spell of which you've longed for
Before they rip your one outlook apart

Night smothers any remaining time left
Do you feel the cruciality of the moment?
Authoritative ones do not worry your plight
These beasts perish only after you lose
Against their sorcery within the final fight

Do you wish to die?

Beware the finish that looms to you
A reward for servants is nonexistent
Sudden death will eviscerate contentment
Then I will reign on your final day of life

Now I know you're mine!
Lyrics written for my band
Dustin Dean Jun 2018
Let the nile blue winds envelope you in repose
As you drift in and out within tranquil shows
They play in your mind ever so slightly
As nostalgic memories that reappear nightly
From one beautiful scenery to another
This limitless path is truly a wonder!
So if you will be so kind to excuse me
I must find the woman I’ve conjured up to be
Before I awaken from this blue starry dream
Dustin Dean Jun 2018
The tender girl had qualms with none
Detatched, there was nothing for the son
Forced to backtrack whilist rolling downhill
Flashing images remain
Of that private, idealistic mill
So I called her name
In the Nether Realm, she screamed
Yes, she is a hard one to please
Especially when she sees
One going through the motions
Rotations into false vocations

So tell me
What was your question again?
one of a bunch of poems i found from years ago
Dustin Dean Jun 2018
Two serpents
Across the nile, swim across
Their sinful, hedonistic seed
Defame the cross
With delicious realities
Of an inevitable purpose
It just makes me wonder
If soon will come a hearse
Of everyday's escapes
If so, I'd rather not pass out
Before the end of this parade
What have I gotten myself into?
A dying cycle
Never anew
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