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Thunder dancer

I shake the world
with every step.
Creating, destroying
with every step.

You hold your breath
with every step.
Your heart in your throat
with every step.

The world goes still
with every step.
A torrent of applause,
with that last step.

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The night shift

I reach into the darkness
before I remember that you’re gone,
and it’s like losing you all over again.

Because as hard as the days are,
I can manage.
But the unprotected nights
are the worst.

Because my walls are down,
and I miss you,
and I want you back,
I can’t live without you –
but I have to.

So piece-by-piece,
and tear-by-tear,
I rebuild my life
in a lonesome 3:00 am bed,
and promise myself in vain
that this will be the last time I break.

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Coffeeshop consent

An idle afternoon dream,
the explosion of a future
from across the room.

The feel of your skin,
the taste of your lips,
the long years stretching out
by your side.

But dreams are for dreaming,
and the waking world
is far more complicated.

Do you already have someone?
Would you welcome my attention?
Would asking be too bold,
or am I not being bold enough?

But you don’t even look at me –
you haven’t this entire time –
and in that realization

I have my answer.

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Human Being

On the bad days,
on the rock-bottom days,
when I’m all out of fucks to give,
I don’t want to be a good man.

I want to be a Blade,
and be the avenger
that puts this war-crazy world
to the sword.

I want to be a Beast,
and show everyone
how well I learned
their dog-eat-dog lessons.

I want to be a Demon,
and command the night
when I walk without fear
past the sheeple in the gloom.

I want to be The Devil,
and give you something to hate,
because I’ve seen how much you love to hate,
and tonight I want to make your dreams come true.

But I also want to be The Better Man,
so I take this feral blade,
this devil among devils,
and sheathe him,
giving myself fresh scars in the process.

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Moonshine

Strangers in the evening,
and strangers in the morning.
But while the night lasts…

They are the Stars
of the next Hollywood hit,
so suave and sophisticated
that their courtship seems choreographed.

They are pure energy,
a magnetic attraction
as impossible to resist
as it is to ignore.

They are a spectacle
that draws everyone’s eyes,
and causes couples to crash
from rubbernecking their romance.

They are a summer storm –
heavy, hot, and humid,
crashing against each other
with thundering laughter and lust.

But when the night has passed
and dawn breaks the spell at last,
two people unsure of what to say
turn and walk their separate ways
from a night that means nothing – and everything.

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Syllabant

I’ll teach you to fear the Night –
to creep at the edge of the light,
and how your little street lamps
won’t keep you safe.

I’ll teach you how loud the Silence is –
how the weight of it rings,
like an old, rotten bell,
you’re terrified of breaking.

I’ll teach you how full the Shadows are –
and show you an army of monsters
that hide beyond the corners of your eyes,
hungry for a sign of weakness.

I’ll teach you about real Power –
when the snapping of a stick
barely as long as your hand
makes you jump a mile.

I’ll teach you about Terror,
and then sit back to enjoy the show
as you destroy yourself
from the inside out.

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Those summer days

The Solstar shines on,
and I fall before his influence.

The heavy heat
knocks me to my knees.
I struggle to stand,
but cannot quite make it.

They call them
“The dog days of summer”
because even the hounds hide
beneath the boughs of trees.

I am a devotee of the dark,
and spend my sunlit hours
contemplating air conditioning
in cool, quiet places.

And so I wait for winter,
sunburned and sweat-stained,
counting the calendar days
until the temperature
chills the fuck out.

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My lucky day

When someone’s got you feeling down
and they tell you to turn your frown around,
tell them to go fuck themselves.

When someone’s looking down from their horse
and insisting that they’re right, of course,
tell them to go fuck themselves.

When someone’s acting like a clown
and refusing to back down,
tell them to go fuck themselves.

When someone’s finally had enough
and they begin to huff and puff,
tell them to go fuck themselves.

Courtesy’s all well and good,
but catches fire just like wood
when some ass sets the bridges alight
with their pretentious notion of “what’s right”.

And you don’t have to take that shit
from some self-important twit,
and when they cease to be kind
you have every right to speak your mind.

Do not let them push you around –
plant your feet and stand your ground!
Stare them down and say it clear,
loud enough for everyone to hear:

“You can go and fuck yourself.”

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The right of the way

Peace is simple,
in solitude
and silence.

But when you step in
to the storm and the din,
it’s much harder to find
some peace in your mind.

Forgiveness is tough
when someone gets rough,
and their anger’s misplaced,
and thrown in your face.

But if you can stand steady
when the world’s all too ready
to start one helluva fight,
then maybe you’re doing it right.

Just maybe you’re doing it right.

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Alone with yourself

When the night is empty
of even echoes,
what do you hear there
in the silence?

When it’s past midnight
and the lights are out,
what do you see there
watching you in the dark?

When you’re lying in bed
reaching for sleep,
what do you feel there
between your sheets?

When you think that you’re alone,
who is right there by your side?
Who else would be there,
but the you whom you wish to hide?

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