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Logic Harnessed
With all the crap that the world is going through, with all the challenges and controversial rhetoric that seeks to seal our doom I remain optimistic about our future. I believe there is someone out there like my grand mother. Someone who could see beyond the chaos to a better and brighter future. Someone who…
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In Death
there is no hypocrisy in deathas there is in lifefor the great swell of our existencefesters in regret death will rectify that swellequalize it without remorsebring true the justification of our totalitythat we are nothing more than one part of a scaleconnected to the other side by way of chainalbeit our actions. Our death is…
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Dead Poets Hang in The Night
by Michael Plante Tethered by a noosethe poet awaitsholding dead flowers and a broken heart.His light extinguished and the binding of his life forever crackedthe noose is his only company. The stench of society putrid to him nowdistasteful indeed.Man is God’s manifesto of deathhow befitting that man celebrates itin front of the blind seeking solace.…
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Canadian Pride
by Michael Plante It is not our wayto submit.We do our thingin our own wayin our own timeall for a greater cause. Do we collect the starsor do they entertain our minds?Or maybe we just see them as an extension?What we deem the best of we strive towards.Our stars are the best.In our dreams we…
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My Minneapolis
The tide of hypocrisy rolls in and I become the shore.The lighthouse under the stars beckons a warning, “danger awaits”yet the tide continues;so firmly I must stand. The lighthouse keeper sounds the horn to those passing in the fog“beware…beware…be safe out therefor danger surrounds us all”. When the tide becomes the surge of a stormthe…
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