Martyrdom

I can’t believe I’m writing this Now that my heart is so naive Three years I’ve waited for my hands to prick Still no words written by my quill Blankless I am, naked are the ink thirty six months of my life you steal eighteen months of bliss, eleven months of despair, seven months of distress is all you give When...
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Two morning greetings Two goodnight kisses On his silver watch he glances While on her front door she waited The other fakes her smile For she knows she was trapped Chained on her lips was an angel’s kiss A crocheted thorns wrapped around her legs A piece of knotted gold on the bedside table it lies… Onto her right hand, a sealed, inked...
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Yesterday’s supplicated brainchild Is now a fumbled present from behind I should be assuaged from this day forward But my grope shuddered enmity’s shards I just want to be wafted on my shore That’s all I’d ever implore Apathy, sluggishness disheveled It made me wince and waver Look at me with your misconstrued compendium Your eyes still prove contempt’s quantum That chutzpah is despicable My...
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. . . Sprinkle miracles on this seed; I planted a rose amongst the weeds growing on a garden left for good, behind a towering house – right where we’ve stood. Seen from the cupola the patches form around the emblem of the Word: “Rise thee valiant, ardent soul” once spoke the grave below and abandoned — wild it has become in time it will be...
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Alone, a man burdened by human frailty That bore its weight on an intersected bole, Struggled to a task of dragging the fatal rack To consummate a divine promise made. Bloodied brows and tortured steps, Climbing towards a destined fate, Midst shouts of a stirred up rabble Braying like a herd of prodded mules. A tortuous trek on sharp granite blocks, Each drop...
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before, little me cherish you neither that i know i will be falling deep never expected   and now, i am still nourishing it cultivating one precious memory handling one emotion can you believe? so am i   years will past and youth will leave me i will be someone’s wife maybe a mother of adorable rascal im hoping it’s ours, if not   i will be happy anyhow being with ...
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With bated breath midst the night not bat an eye to cross the line. the fear that serve each one’s right just be ready now,prepare to die. For the sake of our beloved land tears and bloods are all in demand. take leave of your wife and child soldier obey as what i command. Here we go for a great dilemmas! take a...
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So sadly on a cliff you stare and yearn for a pilot’s life as they glide on high, black raptors in flight; the spindled arms spread without feathers to vie, lips vibrating like ercoupes beneath the fiberglass; components rattling – engines and machines, rumbling. Oh, good little boy, what visions do you see behind those gleaming, buttoned eyes of teal? So...
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With bated breath midst the night not bat an eye to cross the line. the fear that serve each one’s right just be ready now,prepare to die. For the sake of our beloved land tears and bloods are all in demand. take leave of your wife and child soldier obey as what i command. Here we go for a great dilemmas! take a...
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Suntanned revelers Frolic in raucous delight Jesus impaled sweats
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