Sometimes life is just so fractous without
All of the lucid yet cohearant of doubts
That at times oversweeps us and leaps at us out
Without endowed reason or beasts to seek clouds

There can still be rain even without our fury
Even with names that we call upon at times
And there will still be games even to the new me
That wipes upon unwashed grains to frown

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King to K7
Rook to D9
Left tower to grim heaven
Bishop and Runner combined

Dame the pretty lady
Moves to square D
A counter by brave spadeshield
Two swares down in B

The queen hits hard where it hurts
And the tower starts eating dirt
King moves quick, foes get to work
Crawling out with swords drawn

They keep crawling till early dawn
Sprawling over the tiled mardue
Until the king steps away from his pawn
And now it's just them two

Lords of an unworthy land
Sentenced to a life not moving
Free

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I'm so tired don't you know
Tired of this same old flow
Tired of the days that go
All the routines that I chose

All the foes I chose to swallow
Still my tummy feels so hollow
I need more friends so I can change
I need more sunshine by this range

The grass don't grow
The flowers don't bloom
The seeds don't sprout
Despite eternal gloom

The grass lies low
The flowers cranked head
The seeds hide below
The earth pale and red

I'm so tired don't you know
Tired of my growling ego
Tired of the upcoming efficiency
That at times takes a hold of me

And sometimes lets me go
And leaves me lost. Where? I don't know
It makes me think and it makes me smile
Or it leaves me confused, if just for a while

The grass ain't green
The flowers ain't fine
The moon don't glow
The sun don't shine

The grass lies down
The flowers softly sway
And the year goes round
In this plantation of decay

I'm so tired don't you know
Tired of this same old stutter
Tired of times never slow
To myself I dully mutter

I saw the skull in my window one night
I screamed inside and jumped back with fright
But in the morning the skull was still there
It looked at me with a calm blank stare

So now I can't even be afraid
When the spiders crawl on my marmelade
Now I don't even care to shout
When I see the demons that I let out

So now I can't even control
The depths of me, the helms of soul
And I still can't seem to grow
Opium blossoms in this thirsty soil

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I long
For the new week
To start

So I can
Just keep on
Working

I appriciate
The silence
I get

The darkness
That keeps on
Lurking

But I'm tired
Of filing regrets
I'm tired

Yes I'm tired
Of denying outlets
I'm happy

But I'm tired
Of smiling to myself
I'm tired

I think I'll stop
Lying to myself
And try

Stop trying
To forget
And lie

In my bed
And stare at the sky
Behind the dieling

And imagine
What it is like
Just being

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Drink up
Your drink pup
So you can grow strong and mighty!

Maybe
Someday pup
You'll become a mighty warrior like me!

Maybe
That day pup
You'll grow big and decide to bite me!

So drink up
This drink pup
And be swallowed by gods and lightning!

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I wrote a truce
And I signed it by
The nameless sign
Of my naked eye

I saw it fly
It sailed in sky
Yet failed to float
Over the waves like our boat

It sank to the bottom
It sank in the sand
It sank to the fathoms
Of colorless lands

But it ailed in my motion
It smiled in my mind
In the endless of oceans
The truth lies there blind

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When I think about the past
The time goes so slow
When I think about the future
And all I want to know

All the places I should visit
All the ways I'd like to go
And I really must admit
That my height is a new low

In the world of evolution
Unfair retributions
Signed for dissolutions
Improbable cause

When I think about the feature
The time goes so fast
But I realize at last
That the real life will last

Forever
And ever
And ever
Forever

And ever

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The clown just came in
Dressed in roses with a handwagon
Of red balloons and gin
Carressing children with sealess lagan

Clowning for his win
Chestnuts roasting by the fire
They all gathered around
As the flames kept rising higher

He told them stories
About the dragons in the sky
He stole their worries
And let them rise up to the dragons that fly

Up by the clouds in moonshine
The children all stared in aw
Then he brought out his guitar
And slapped the strings with his furry paw!

Out came sounds and riot bliss
And he screamed out loud "Can you handle this!"
And the children looked at him, starred, through the mist
He said "Little kids, you are all now dismissed"

But the children wouldn't leave
All but none they would all stay
As the music screamed into them
And swept the mist away

Their thoughts were clear as crystal skulls
The sea was wide yet the clouds were dull
And they all screamed out for the anguish contained
They all screamed out to the sea without name

And the sea responded with invorceful force
The waves came churning without remorse
And the wind it howled, but the guitar did so more
Aloud like a tiger it roared in a choir

They rose with the riot, higher and higher
The dragons spit flames, fire and fire
A vortex of flames circled around them in wires
And grounded them back to the beach

They awoke the next morning, all with aching heads
The clown he had left them, the clown he was dead
Surrounded by a pool of thick and lucid red
Blood, and his guitar it was missing

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Don't move!
Hands up!
I got you arrested!
You'll be in for questioning!
For drugs and alcohol tested!
For the children you molested!
A neat yearly number of nine!
And to the people who protested!
A twohundred dollar fine!
When you're out of time!
I hope you'll have realized!
That there is so much else!
To life!

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I have a red eye
I have a left red eye
I have a red eye
And I wonder why

I have not hit it
I don't have dust collected
I must admit it
Has me quite disconnected

From other thoughtal patterns
All on my mind
Is why my left eye is so red
And if I may go blind

Though I don't think this
Thus is the case
I do worry about this red eye
Placed on my face

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