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(poetry page 4)
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Nice paper.... bet it burns great......
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The only real difference between a barber and a neurosurgeon is just a matter of inches.
- Patryn68
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The dark side of the moon,
Shed at midnight in your living room.
The slither of exchange between sweating palms,
The glimmer in the eye of murderous harm.
Yet through all this,
No one raises alarms.
Through all this chaos,
Reigns an uncanny calm.
Awaken!
You sleepers to the mirror and truth,
Lie!
You dogs, sleep as I soothe
Your aches away,
Your fears at bay.
Obsession and rage, Shut that cage.
- Patryn68
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What's the Recipe?
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A life of human error,
is time enough to write of love, hate summoning confusion.
Life's experience, to learn from debaucherie'.
Love's religion, to summon rejection.
I know these things innately.
They are as much a part of me as my eyes.
Sometimes my anger is all I have;
Sometimes it is not enough.
Mostly I can stare aimlessly,
At cracked walls and backward clocks.
Other times I write and draw,
Like a man obsessed.
But the imp inside - that beguiling homunculus,
will not be so easily appeased.
The roiling,
roaring,
boiling blood,
Cannot be silenced so easily.
Thus I have what I had before -
Safety I seclusion, Abandonment in art.
What is, is no more.
What was, shall be.
A figment of you all,
Resides within me.
- Patryn68
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