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    At that hour, when iron bells toll, And the gaping wound is in the earth To swallow me up, body and soul, While saints and demons judge my worth Do not bow your head, my friends. Do not waste a single tear. And if you must make some amends, Honor me with your melodic cheer. My soul is scream...
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    And once I tumbled in a cloud, And I collided into droplets sewn from myself, And I became infinite; and yet I was not but mist! And graying with the dull light of dawn. And once I grew heavy and full, But full of what I did know. But I broke my confines and fell, I fell and fell and fell ...
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    Look with me upon these screaming faces. From what hand will these blistering masses feed? For the one who stretches out his own brand of nourishment, will fall under trampling feet and racing hearts And the blood-red banner of chaos That they hoist on high. How can mayhem be led, If it is le...
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    To pass the time I doused the light and stumbled blind into the night to brave the darkening twilight terror in search of life's most joyous error In the deepening crushing black I lost all hope of turning back And so I tread uncertain steps Where poets dreamt and madness slept I left my...
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    Let us go, my curious friends To the place where all the wonder ends. Let us finally see the light! Hear all the music that heaven sends. And see the road that no longer bends Out of our narrow human sight. Yes, let us know now who is right! Will you please, if I but ask, Come with me and ...
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    I took my life in March, such a dreary month! The rain was falling outside, I wished that it would stop. So many men have killed themselves in the rain. On that day in March, I wore large shoes. They were far too big, and the color of daffodils, So that people might see them and say, “Why, ...
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    If the young dancers swing In happy rhythm, And the quickness of their feet Spins the autumn trees From sharp perception Into blurred illusion; And if the melody To fuel their dance Fills them with euphoric intoxication, around and around in happy rhythm, Where is the proof that any world...
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    In the town square, Men and women crane their necks To see the painting On the ground. It is abstract, it tells of many things. It tells of life And death And the colorful in between. All the men and women yearn for the artist, But he never comes. In the room above the town square, An o...
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    At sunset, the king takes off his crown And gently places it On the polished mantle. The town is bathed in caramel light And the queen is fast asleep. The weight of the world's admiration Rests on the mantle, Gratefully removed. The king is not a king, But merely a man Who is tired,...
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    In Spring I floated with the breeze And watched the lilies and tulips Unfold their beauty. In winter I whirled around With powdery snow And topped the thatched roofs, Like a Christmas card. In autumn, I fell soft with the rain and leaves, Mingling in the red-brown clay. In summer I was the...
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    Shouting voices come through the ceiling; Lovers play their tune beneath; Outside in the street the trains and cars rattle nowhere; All of it stains the perfect silence...
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    In the morning, I arise, The world’s parody before my eyes. The T.V. is still playing its montage Of happiness and open skies And routine plays the puppet master, Tugging my strings; slower, faster. My body draped in reluctant camouflage, Dully hidden from life’s disaster Or any chance o...

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