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The Foolish


The foolish wait for these thoughts to expire.
The foolish wait.
The foolish breathe.
I am a verbose vessel of void.
The real miracle would seem
To be something from nothing,
But the taste of this cure,
This cursed alkaloid,
This, “others king”,
Is not who I want to serve.
The foolish wait.
The foolish expire.
I too wait.
But between me and a fool I shall conspire.

A Choice of Paths

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“No, I have no desire,
With you to conspire.
I’ve seen the shadows
In which you hide,
I’ve seen the low blows
That decide
Many a fight, unfairly in your favor.
You shameless deciever.”
After his peace he had said,
He went on living, no longer dead.
Saved by the choice of this foolish notion
To be cast aside, a cycle of folly broken.
To reject the conspiring against others,
And start down a path of loving his brothers.

Fires of Conspiracy

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From those in power,
We are different.
The smell is sour,
The taste, a bitterent.
The throne ought be mirror,
Not what casts a shadow.
The occupant peers ore’,
Their hardened hearts to harrow.
In furrowed wakes behind,
They planted in the soil
And the dirt that is our minds
Seeds of greed that despoil.
Their labor; our sweat and blood,
Their currency; our souls.
Just one night, a violent flood
To overthrow their thrones.
But will we stand
Against the tide?
Our bloody hands,
Their secrets hide.
No more behind a face so strange,
We’ll find one more familiar,
Shown in the puddled rain
To be one that is similar.
The last dark night, the red dawn shows
Whose hands that did conspire,
Death and greed with war in tow,
In ash recently expired.
From those ashes who’s to say,
What tree we’ll see to grow?
We, the ones to prune today,
Decide beauty or thorn show.