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"corraded" poems
Toward the mire, my life, To sink and to sleep Weeping bog of lost intentions Bleeding fog of misconception A widdendream of corraded slumber My bed of lumber rotten Forgotten and untended Befriended by ill-humored spectres of pain Oaken cane in shards Buried just out of reach Remind me, worms, of my frailty
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Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 3:53 PM UTC
critter-khan
Frail, Corraded Mire
Toward the mire, my life, To sink and to sleep Weeping bog of lost intentions Bleeding fog of misconception A widdendream of corraded slumber My bed of lumber rotten Forgotten and untended Befriended by ill-humored spectres of pain Oaken cane in shards Buried just out of reach Remind me, worms, of my frailty
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Flickering like a tentative alpenglow corraded from profaned time A whisper jostles through a crowded rumpus prescient of teleology and design Jolting with pangs of panic a screech emanates from the brontides of tomorrow A chagrin outpaces the gingerly apprehension of a peevish sorrow Among the ruffled plumes quaffed from pedigree and put to disuse A banausic electricity galvanizes the ****** of the amalgamated acuity pinched from the sordid, the obtuse Refracted like off a darkened moon that clenches the darkness in an abstruse tomb Combs through sentience of Saturn presiding over ineluctable doom A silence louder than a plangent ****** of phantasmagoria debased A looming victor erodes with the putrefaction of sworn and utter distaste How to obtrude on the evening with triaged fulmination Is an affront to the rudders of a piecemeal civilization in tatters with exacting doddering calculation Graveyards bustle with the eidolons of scurrilous spite Congregating around a blackened epitaph on an alabaster palace gilded in the swanky pinnacle of light Scuttling the outmoded flanks of an abortive war Against a henchman of state too ostentatious to hardly ever ignore We clamber with insistence hoping on fortuitous deliverance Yet we are deranged of the clasped distance between the crevasse of the clerisy and the satisdiction of futures passed with meticulous diligence Absconding with furtive furrows on a wizened guild an entrusted world we helped build We witness the silence creep over us like a trepidation contained as lethal killers of the cartel willed That which frightens a self-fulfillment is a fatalism gone awry Someday soon omens excavated from immolated tombs will beseech a more universal backlash, an alienated sorrow that will one day cry But until that fetched disaster occurs Let us meditate only on the process of emanation among wayward words That dance with a destiny that the hegemony of momentary circumstance much prefers
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
iamslegend233
Triage with Predestination
Flickering like a tentative alpenglow corraded from profaned time A whisper jostles through a crowded rumpus prescient of teleology and design Jolting with pangs of panic a screech emanates from the brontides of tomorrow A chagrin outpaces the gingerly apprehension of a peevish sorrow Among the ruffled plumes quaffed from pedigree and put to disuse A banausic electricity galvanizes the ****** of the amalgamated acuity pinched from the sordid, the obtuse Refracted like off a darkened moon that clenches the darkness in an abstruse tomb Combs through sentience of Saturn presiding over ineluctable doom A silence louder than a plangent ****** of phantasmagoria debased A looming victor erodes with the putrefaction of sworn and utter distaste How to obtrude on the evening with triaged fulmination Is an affront to the rudders of a piecemeal civilization in tatters with exacting doddering calculation Graveyards bustle with the eidolons of scurrilous spite Congregating around a blackened epitaph on an alabaster palace gilded in the swanky pinnacle of light Scuttling the outmoded flanks of an abortive war Against a henchman of state too ostentatious to hardly ever ignore We clamber with insistence hoping on fortuitous deliverance Yet we are deranged of the clasped distance between the crevasse of the clerisy and the satisdiction of futures passed with meticulous diligence Absconding with furtive furrows on a wizened guild an entrusted world we helped build We witness the silence creep over us like a trepidation contained as lethal killers of the cartel willed That which frightens a self-fulfillment is a fatalism gone awry Someday soon omens excavated from immolated tombs will beseech a more universal backlash, an alienated sorrow that will one day cry But until that fetched disaster occurs Let us meditate only on the process of emanation among wayward words That dance with a destiny that the hegemony of momentary circumstance much prefers
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