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Hope
You hope for more
Like you hoped before
The smiles deny
The tears, unrest
Inside you shy
The fears beset
It's hard to trust
You've seen it all
Emotionally crushed
Catch my fall
Like you hoped before
The smiles deny
The tears, unrest
Inside you shy
The fears beset
It's hard to trust
You've seen it all
Emotionally crushed
Catch my fall
#anxiety
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DARK_WINBERGE_TROUSSEAU
In the shadowed vineyard of Dark Trousseau,
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Dark Winberige Trousseau
(Please take me there)…..
Where I can be (apart of it too)…
Let the berries vines…. Captivate me bare….
Ahhhhhh……ohhhhh…..
Whispering sounds...
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Dark Winberige Trousseau
(Please take me there)…..
Where I can be (apart of it too)…
Let the berries vines…. Captivate me bare….
Ahhhhhh……ohhhhh…..
Whispering sounds...
#dark
#forest
#hell #lyrics
#hell #lyrics
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The Ides Of March
It is I. Time caught up with me, folks. Burning the candle at both ends finally claims it spoils. What sleep I do get, is restless sleep. I’m supposed to use a CPAP machine, but I haven’t been sent any new face-masks in months. Go figure.
Well we’re in the middle of our health benefits being castrated, so I’m not fucking shocked. “Beware The Ides Of March.” to quote a line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. I slid the one in on you, didn’t I. lol.
I’m not a huge Shakespeare fan, respect him, I do though. I always remembered the line from when we read the play...
Well we’re in the middle of our health benefits being castrated, so I’m not fucking shocked. “Beware The Ides Of March.” to quote a line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. I slid the one in on you, didn’t I. lol.
I’m not a huge Shakespeare fan, respect him, I do though. I always remembered the line from when we read the play...
#philosophical
#prose
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Why Can't. You
If One
Cannot adapt
Psychologicaly
To one's
Physicality
IF one Cannot
Adjust Improvise
Compromise
Learn
To be comfortable
With your Mind
The body you have
The place
In which you Live
The relationships
You have
Then Leave your Life
Or Move your Life
Cannot adapt
Psychologicaly
To one's
Physicality
IF one Cannot
Adjust Improvise
Compromise
Learn
To be comfortable
With your Mind
The body you have
The place
In which you Live
The relationships
You have
Then Leave your Life
Or Move your Life
#honesty
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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Earth Crimes
We tore the last tree down
burned butterfly wings
pretended things
would be Ok
We joined the queue
at the church of too late
and waited
to be saved
still counting our dollars
while we looked the other way
burned butterfly wings
pretended things
would be Ok
We joined the queue
at the church of too late
and waited
to be saved
still counting our dollars
while we looked the other way
#environment
#humankind
#nature #unicorns
#nature #unicorns
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A little or a Lot
Everyone has
Their own funny ways
A little mad
A little Strange
But the problem Begins
When people refuse
To Understand
How far up the scale
They really Are
Their own funny ways
A little mad
A little Strange
But the problem Begins
When people refuse
To Understand
How far up the scale
They really Are
#honesty
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relentless
some graves aren't deep enough
to bury what haunts you
some terrors never die
just wait for you to close your eyes
to bury what haunts you
some terrors never die
just wait for you to close your eyes
#nightmares
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Sold For Less Than Gold
I sold my soul
For far less than it’s worth
My poverty stricken desires
Would have settled
For reciprocation
You were good about helping me
Save face
You let me make some cash
So I could buy
Some other poor fool’s love
For far less than it’s worth
My poverty stricken desires
Would have settled
For reciprocation
You were good about helping me
Save face
You let me make some cash
So I could buy
Some other poor fool’s love
#despair
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one of those days (parenting edition)
It's been one of those mornings
where my kiddo wants to throw down
over every little thing
And like every other bad day
the only cure
is silliness
We've had tickle cuddles
played the "where's your beautiful face?"
version of peek-a-boo
and made fairy bread for breakfast
because if sugar doesn't cure grumpiness
it shouldn't exist
My parental nerves are frayed
and I really shouldn't be drinking
a third cup of coffee
but in the absence of any real
mind altering substance ...
where my kiddo wants to throw down
over every little thing
And like every other bad day
the only cure
is silliness
We've had tickle cuddles
played the "where's your beautiful face?"
version of peek-a-boo
and made fairy bread for breakfast
because if sugar doesn't cure grumpiness
it shouldn't exist
My parental nerves are frayed
and I really shouldn't be drinking
a third cup of coffee
but in the absence of any real
mind altering substance ...
#anxiety
#children
#family #frustration
#family #frustration
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Before the 12th ( Tomorrow, Resting Period ) Epilogue
I thought, I would try to give a bit of explanation
as to my considerable situation
I'm a man, broken, shamed, filled with blame
Can't claim I'm anything proclaimed to become
I feel so weak, so bleak, a fragile brittle antique
Full of regrets, always upset, things I wish to forget
Can't believe, I'm 45, still alive, how did I survive?
Drowning, in alcohol, baring this agonized tormented soul
What I would do, to start again, but nothing I can really do.
I want to survive, but child in me died, long time now realized.....
Every-time...
as to my considerable situation
I'm a man, broken, shamed, filled with blame
Can't claim I'm anything proclaimed to become
I feel so weak, so bleak, a fragile brittle antique
Full of regrets, always upset, things I wish to forget
Can't believe, I'm 45, still alive, how did I survive?
Drowning, in alcohol, baring this agonized tormented soul
What I would do, to start again, but nothing I can really do.
I want to survive, but child in me died, long time now realized.....
Every-time...
#hurt
#memories
#TimeHeals
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Upstairs

#Christian
#God
#religion
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Sun Shower
I was feeling quite discombobulated until a rain shower hit the hot Australian earth and the air filled with the intoxicating smell of petrichor.
I do love this sunburnt country a land of sweeping plains.
I do love this sunburnt country a land of sweeping plains.
#rain
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