• Passion
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  • Nature

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    I am a muse...I am used...I am amused...


    Mist and drizzle, and a malice that sizzles
    From a searing soul, through it's tearing holes
    and a heart torn apart that's just bleeding out art
    and that's only the start.
    Thunderous roars like the plunderous hoards
    Who are hollow when whole and will swallow your goals,
    While they're grinding the gears of too many fears
    Like a lightning that leers in a windstorm that shears.
    Then the force of falling to leave you coarse and calling.
    No remorse for your bawling
    Out any old name that might be keeping you sane
    As the sky gets grounded, like a lie, unfounded.

    -Andrew J. Golubiewski-

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

    childofpszion’s Poems (11)

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