2.5010 : 1/20/19 : Surround In Wrath

Some saw

surround in wrath

Some say

intervene

Sometimes the truth is

truly

Somewhere between

get right out of it

Something inside said

enough trouble

enough dissonance

inside one head

no mind no self

no ethereal spirit

just the breath

that goes then stops

and fate, the blind

plucks at the string

in other hand

his razor

at the leather lash

he strops

what

2.4837 : 7/31/18 : Month March

Soon the month march

better locate my starch

year countdown three two one

to where the back half

of my century begun

chuckle if you

did the math

if I made the whole next fifty

must for sure

have earned wrath

at this rate

guessing that's not my fate

and anyway

everyday it's just march

every year

some wrench will appear

to overarch

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2.4687 : 3/03/18 : Such Hate

Such hate

such wrath and froth

match to the gasoline

candle to the moth

many fighting

my poor instinct to dodge

heedless of where

that bullet may lodge

and then this strange

prescription

to not resist

So I'll never live up

to your name

as I clench my fist

imagining the sweetness

the solid impact

if the moment ever comes

who the hell know

how I'll really act

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2.4217 : 11/18/16 : Stone Age

Knocked back to my

stone ages

power failure

no point in rages

call it a vacation

from the damn tubes

wringing hands

over the wrath of the rubes

worry over Caeser

and the devil's due

the pitiable failure

of my weak kung fu

but at least maybe

I'll make up some rest

since it just keeps coming harder

and I haven't been my best

what

2.4193 : 10/25/16 : Din

This noise mostly echoes

grows to a din

got to block more and more

passageways

Still it gets in

why am I susceptible

have to fight

to not engage

wrath and knowing

riot and rage

ascend me to the

Sphere of silence

squelch the din

grant me the sound shell

of the terrapin

sink me in depths

unfathomed sunless sea

I won't rise

until you'll run with me

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2.2975 : 06/25/13 : Bait

Cast a thousand hooks
it seems my bait was not enticing
is it my fault I got the crumbs
some got the cake and all the icing
What are you fishing for
oh what meat would fill you
these days I'd take anything
would some small token kill you
I used logic I used love
my self reproach fit like a glove
I tried dark wrath, absurdity
could you whisper something new to me
waiting for a mentor
with a lump in my throat
tell me cast out on the
other side of the boat

101 Curious Professions 20: Fisherman

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2.2953 : 06/03/13 : Our Ways

Say things are falling all apart
say that things are fine
You've got a right to your opinion
just like I've got mine
but the truth doesn't care
what anyone might think
and when I think about our ways
my heart does tend to sink
I've been thinking too much of bad luck
of sickness and death
forget the living in the moment
and taking in my own breath
the easy fixes
just dim lights on a crooked path
trying to prop up the continuity
and dodge chaotic wrath

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2.2782 : 12/14/12 : Not Made

You and I
not made for these times
not made for this world
armed only with rhymes
If I could talk to you
What would you say
are you still very sad
I am today
make a case
this world wasn't made
for wrath and violence
We deserve a place
a little patch
of peace and silence
another day
I know I'll see it all again
I never understood it
and I still won't then

what

2.1738 : 2/4/10 : What Really Matters

What really matters is well what really does?
Knew back in the good old days whenever that was
or maybe somewhere in the future's bright arc
we'll find the math at last, get out of the dark
There is an awful lot of pain and dismay
Things so bad I cannot face go on every day
I wish for money and for all fancy things
A maid to clean the mess up while I snatch for brass rings
What I was taught matters tells me it's a false path
But doesn't tell me how to want the road of less wrath
And I guess that I should clean whatever mess I can find
But it seems so very much more always stays left behind

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2.639 : 2/1/07 : Dust

The world shall be dissolved in dust
all things will end as all things must
and when all that is has been shaken
past each bend and turn we've taken
when human works are long forgotten
good and bad sublime and rotten
high and low pure and corrupted
last act of social intercourse interrupted
old stories hint we might still draw breath
maybe even live to fight the heat death
for me I'll say I'm not convinced
you must admit that I've got evidence
that you couldn't call this race farsighted
and mostly what's wrong all gets left unrighted
so while we sway with winds of wrath and lust
likely we'll precede the world becoming dust

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2.595 : 12/19/06 : Egregious

Egregious abuse of
the rules of engagement
I try to surmise where my
anger and rage went
bemused by the turns
and the twists of the path
around some bend which
I must have dropped my wrath

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2.493 : 9/8/06 : Monster of Ire

What a titanic waste
this monstrous tower of ire
ten thousand pricks to kick against
smoke that reveals no cleansing fire
did I harness strength, discipline
for this unseemly tide
am I a helpless leaf in it
taken for the cliché ride
Won’t waste more good ink on it
good feelings after bad
It’s just weak humanity
a moment that I had

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