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"interlopes" poems
As much as I am nature's man, in spite of all my hopes, I'm just a walk-on in her plan; the one who interlopes.
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Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 3:43 AM UTC
Trespassers W
Though bleak, The fight was ended in less than a week Spit, spat, plip, plop Heaps of crimson spew about "I now know..." Falling. Crawling. Never really in doubt. ...Truth's so close. Savagely arises unto thy toes. Hope Interlopes Tipping high, nearly breaking the bone, blistering the lungs with a howl a shriek, a shout, a call to all Here and about Crimson on the face, the face of destiny that awaits "Almighty guides me, The time if it is, Shining let it glow brightly Is not the time greatest of the Earth? Oh! Almighty, I yearn and thirst for the return of the truth in the people God Almighty that Guides sends me word of all Mighty".... Bowing down as a whisp of the winds sends unto a juxtaposition of monsoons within Thoughts in the nimbus clouds, clean meditation of the soul's eye, anticipating the touch of the illuminated, hope that meets faith like a glyph, a gem, a platinum ring. It rays with, with the light, so meaningful The love embraces the touch, brings you to heavens door adored, ordained . Hope winning ends the day, a defeat was maimed for the moment for logic lay queries Days amazing. Battle raging. Mind a blazing. Never truly falling. Lord saving. Lay about the flesh, flowing out embers, infernos, burgundy river, atop o' that scarlet mask, of phantom letting goeth of the breath. Ascends through, thy faith brings, thy love, hope to the lands.
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
Ascend
Gently the night finds a spectre, creeping like a mist the pale moon's face interlopes across the face of the deep river, it's there the souls of the departed mourns their shallow song heartfelt yet long gone.
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Moon struck.
It is when the river calls, that the mountains crumble. In the halls of the scattered mind, the desolate man stumbles. Through the doorway of shattered hopes, the grim figure interlopes. For not even time can tell, when such a man will climb from hell.
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
The Escape