This span of space asks no due
except to ponder what’s really true
between the panic of the lie
and the path that many try

kings and fools both relent
desiring only to be content
with the outcome few deny
the brilliant source of inner fire

locked behind walls of iron
are the roots of lost desire
inaccessible except for doors
too often confused for floors

moving downward to ascend
the distance traveled has no end
until the passions are finally quelled
when enchantments are dispelled.

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Sleep mimics a longer drowse
the rest to end the constant frown
held behind the smiling mask
pretending ease with wakefulness

to lay down forever more
beyond the span of slumber's reign
where disturbing dreams may intrude
upon the peace of drowsed interlude

the balm that's sought is much more
stretching to the distant shore
across the river Charon roams
asking only for his coin

payment given for a long repose
at last the mask is disposed
hidden truth revealed to the pack
by the sleep meant to last.

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Laughter bends to the will
of the one that’s tittering
stating more than happiness
in the span of sound expressed

emotions’ span seeks a way
to exclaim sad dismay
the derision echoed forth
is only part of the retort

madness mixes with the joy
one or the other is explored
in the chuckles and guffaws
declarations sometimes bizarre

the release is paramount
beyond the sanity of the mind
giggles are the uttered balm
lunacy to guffawed calm.

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Ghosts of the past still exist
looking on with rapt intent
as the present evolves beyond
the constraints of prior resolve

impediments that once constrained
with inexperience surely blamed
for the struggles of the past
these hurdles spanned at last

perseverance against restraints
this was the struggle allowed by fate
now half remembered in the fog
as futures react to firm resolve

the shadows now far behind
applaud as if to remind
that life renews with every day
affirming spirit will find a way.

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Friends are absent for a time
by arrangements most unkind
when the world must revolve
to the tune of gods’ resolve

the comes and goes have been set
to grow and test the occupants
wishing to hold on to faith
that comfort that most won't debate

disregarding the small joys
now that they’re beyond control
of mere mortals that only seek
to make something of life found bleak

the benevolence this lonely quest
is hollowed by this small request
connections found are put aside
when friends are lost to unkind life.

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Forgive me if I'm overwhelmed
by a world that has no bounds
except those set by zealot fools
imagining limits are their tools

this is a right unto itself
until the measure is expressed
as the weave that must enclose
the whole beyond their control

those boxes made of dogma's thread
spun from fears and things they dread
perception chokes at these restraints
when reality's breath is at stake

containers set to hold a faith
exact a toil by their constraints
forgive me if I seek much more
there is a world to be explored.

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Society’s decorum is tissue thin
still it’s imagined to be miles thick
those rationalities that try to assure
the animals are fully secured

those appetites for flesh and much more
******* pretended to be deplored
demands a day to be released
have its way to freely feed

wriggling in masses against the walls
appetites questing to be observed
still the pundits will avow
nothing is there as they indulge

staid purity asks the world to be contrite
turn from the darkness to the right
observe the decorum while in gods’ eyes
while finding depravity outside of the light.

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