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This life is treacherous
Death, violence, and crime abound

Alas, the top murderer in history
Can never be caught - never served to justice
He lives on forever, dispatching all encountered souls to dark farewells

O! be it my way I'd put handcuffs on time and make the clock obsolete
Deliver Kronos to a dank cell with no parole - no probation
No reprieve for the timekeeper

However, it can never be my way - Sword of Damocles yet dangles aloft the collective head of the world
water - cool, clear, nourishing
essential, vital, necessary
consumed daily - replenishes the body
yet wears thick rock, mineral, and metal to dust
consumed daily - the body ages
degrades, is frail in time
worn to nought akin mountainside canyon
dust of body flows along dust of rock
replenishing another - another - another
Dustin Dean Dec 2018
Is it to age like a fine wine
If alone, you need to dine?
I find as I get older so
That friends sink me low
So I sit alone in my room
Surrounded with doom
Waiting and wondering
Wishing and wanting
As I float on by
Passing through colors
Some bright, others awry

And all the while
The river, it stops
For no one
It just gently goes
Tunnel through tunnel
Thought through thought
As we carelessly
And recklessly
Float on by
winter's brush
could not blend
the prints left
by your face

at the first
dew of spring
you renewed
dried up roots

with the last
summertime
you were near
as the sun

as I fall
for the ruse
my heart waits
under leaves

in the dark
now I see
that you've gone
til next year
Triple-meter prose, for the elusive
Dan McGowan Nov 2018
The pull from the tree
That has poison fruit
Drags me in
Makes me eat
Against my will
Until I see
My feet walking
My hand picking
My mouth eating
That fruit again
What is the draw
This gravity tree
Why can’t I think
This animal pull
That drives me
To this fruit
I could ask Eve
I’m sure she knows
Unlike the man
Who just blames
Is that snake a rope
That binds my free will
Or are they fruits
From my labor
The magnetic pull
Of the dark
All that I know
Is please find a way
That takes me away
From the shadow
Of this tree
sometimes i write in first person even if it's not me, sometimes it's me.
Akshiv Nov 2018
Authenticate, Assauge, Attest
We never let it rest.
Berate Beget defeat
Yet does one not follow like sheep?
  Cycles of Servile Sentiment,
Does one Debate, Detest?

Endure, Endow till End
Never to Negate; its best

Break
this chain — its best
To learn to be your best,
It’s best
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