#poetry
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The Great Captain has gone insanelashing at the sea with all his mightas thunder echoes and lightning strikeswill he be forever lost? Dejected souls stand the shorelineawaiting answers that will never comefeel the rain upon the facefor its the only truth that still exists. The lighthouse keeper has fallen asleepthe light diminishes with each wavethose…
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I stand upon the ice fieldlooking out to the horizonthe midnight sun is far behind meyet the darkness remains. Soon the redness of a new dayshall seep onto the canvass of lifesoon the ice will breakand I will be free. The cold seeps deep into my bonesthe night air suspends my breaththe words I form…
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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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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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I am Nanook.I was forged in the cold and the darkness of a barren land.In the arctic we live the hard way.We kill to survive.We survive to make lovein the barren land of the north. I know no pityand understand my existence.I am killer.I know nothing else.I bundle myself in the best of hidesand walk…
