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evergreenwords · 2 months
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This is life, our frequent toil.
Untended fruits do tend to spoil.
It’s rare to see a blooming garden.
Rare to see a good man pardoned.
But beyond my scope,
My line of vision
I wish to mend all man’s derision.
For who can comb a writhing sea?
A hopeless love or deity.
For what’s in knots may be secure.
A quiet lass may seem demure.
But our eyes deceive if not well guided.
A world closed off if we’ve decided.
To live a life with feet well planted.
Limiting its scope and its expansion.
I’d I try to live like leaves exploring.
Overgrowth looks so alluring.
So climb and choke all things that hinder.
Be the match and be the tinder.
All things are done through one’s own action.
So know your heart and find your traction.
Don’t die alive amongst distraction.
-s.z (Ascend)
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evergreenwords · 2 months
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I will set fire to the Earth.
Burn down cities.
Topple monuments.
Scream blood into mountains.
Scream so loud the cracked palms of angels break open.
Spilling their secrets of silken flesh
and ashen hearts.
Daintily they piece together their bounties.
So fragile their hopes.
How weakened their bones.
With dreams only uttered in whispers.
But the sacrament still spills from their lips like rivers of desolate longing.
And the travelers still come to place their offerings. Still kneel to take their drink.
The sky is aflame, and the hordes are restless.
It’s because they know where power lies.
It’s in an angel’s hands or a devil’s eyes.
-s.z (Bloodshed)
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evergreenwords · 2 months
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I’m not afraid to watch your eyes
groaning grinding lost in time.
Betwixt, affixed upon performance.
The power exchanged far too enormous.
By default,
can’t pass through hands.
Far too yours to leave your lands.
A hunger yields just for a moment.
Will not stay a key component.
It will reset, be washed anew.
Primal carnage cast askew.
Hunger waiting, watching, pacing.
Here a feeling, mine for taking.
And so for moments cast in roles.
Jointly working towards a goal.
Fruition of carnal desire.
Do this right and shirk all ire.
Lose yourself in your gyration.
Peak performance at your station.
Thank god we place our outlets here.
A euphoric mind less apt to fear.
-s.z (Lasting)
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evergreenwords · 2 months
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And the brain cries out,
bleating, begging.
Difficult to quell in such grim staging.
Let me rest upon my laurels,
These are simply human quarrels.
But address we must,
and adjust according.
Emotions not a thing for hoarding.
It’s but a message, one from time,
that we’re engaged with our own mind.
We lucky to have tools to measure.
Ways to know ourselves and pleasure.
If one’s own thoughts must need averting, perhaps there’s much in need of sorting.
So labor on towards true self knowledge.
Lend an ear and just acknowledge.
You are worthy of a helping hand,
And you can always make a stand.
Treat yourself better than
those that harm us.
I promise the days march on regardless.
-s.z (Might As Well)
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evergreenwords · 2 months
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Rolling waves of dark intention.
These the things we rarely mention.
Billowing mass of an aspen tree. Thrashing, thrashing you and me.
This simply a lovers quarrel.
The joining of that which we deem royal.
Nature will both give and take.
You needn’t remind me what’s at stake.
Believe me I know all too well.
Hoping, searching for a spell.
But maybe things not simply done.
These things take time, lest you take none.
I made a mess, perhaps I am.
Maybe monster, maybe damned.
But in all cases contradiction.
We are all but works of fiction.
-s.z (Days Of Judgment)
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evergreenwords · 2 months
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Myrtles, motion, misbehave.
Toxic perspectives make us slaves.
Climb the trees, become immortal.
Live a life more free of toil.
Emerging through a secret garden.
Softer hearts can often harden.
Please fret naught for you are gold.
We hear that story you've never told.
Just take a breath and pick your flowers.
Don't be afraid to leave your tower.
-s.z (Cyclic)
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evergreenwords · 2 months
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Blazing, bludgeoned, beaten boy.
Know thy name,
a prince of Troy.
Battles wage and rage
into an aching night.
If only they sang songs
of your beauty and your might.
But instead we raise our swords,
Mustn't keep the rage at bay.
Here they'll be so little hopes,
and those they will not stay.
And yet this is your ruin,
though I know twas not your aim.
All they seem to know
is that your absence imbues pain.
A greedy man can't turn his back.
Admit his fickle wrongs.
Instead they'll wail of us,
weave our curses throughout song.
For the dead friends and foes outnumber that
which could have ever been expected.
This history, the name by which
sculptures will be erected.
So may my bust be made of marble.
And may my head be made of stone.
This cursed hunger, is enough,
it is reason to atone.
-s.z (Prodigal Sun)
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evergreenwords · 2 months
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My joy is power. Birch branches encroach upon the sky like hungry fingers, hungry feelings, barren limbs still aching.
Still straining to meet the clouds.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Wait.
The sun will greet us again.
Will birth life into our veins.
-s.z (Tomorrow)
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evergreenwords · 2 months
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It whispers gently on the breeze.
Washing up on shores like these.
Port light, star light in disguise.
The flames of which are fed our lies.
Wonder, horrors, bitter brains.
The rest of which go through our veins.
All these flames must know us well.
Them through which we bleed our hell.
Tastes like water, tastes like rain.
Standing, burdened, bent by shame.
Their eras passed and pillars folded.
Then lain flat by their devoted.
These blue acres till their plots.
Growing something. Given thoughts.
And now beholden to waking powers.
These the ones that made all hours.
Our lady parted, lightly dressed.
Now once absent once was blessed.
Shiny glasses filled with brine.
The salt and sulphur reign through time.
The green, glass windows shining high.
The light of which to all apply.
The threads of fate to us they tie.
Through them we live.
Through them we die.
-s.z (Foundations)
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evergreenwords · 3 months
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"You've gotta haunt their dreams or you better haunt their streets. There's more to us than what we've buried, hiding underneath." - s.z (Malagranatae)
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evergreenwords · 3 months
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You must look beyond to see.
The dark, the light inside of me.
Declarations bestowed to thee.
This through which you all receive.
What you feel points toward a source.
Just like stars that point towards North.
Yet we face toward desire that will always
guide us home. Regardless of the
condemnation found in many tomes.
If inclinations dwell in the heart of man it
so dwelth in our god. That which once lay
hidden in the staff and in the rod.
One's knowledge comes from within to find,
and all can dwell in heart and mind.
-s.z (επιθυμία)
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evergreenwords · 4 months
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Providing at the alkaline.
The alkaline, the range.
The natures’ flowing, baiting us
Somehow escape the name.
Backwards in your swimming pools.
All your children breathe.
The gases they are stronger than the poison that it brings.
Doctor sleep or doctor rest?
These the things we fear most best.
Salem fires Salem burns.
These the men that are most learned.
Begged me in the temple’s best.
My adornments are theirs from which to tempt.
I yet I am temptress, ruler.
Coulda’ told me, couldn’t fool her’.
But beg you will, but beg she’ll not.
You are the fool. The common thought.
-s.z (Insidiae)
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evergreenwords · 4 months
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The fanciful delights me, and this time is bleeding red.
The dry earth shows its prints in the cracks of the dark clay. Miraculous debacle, be the one to guide me. May that which is not reside in the modem of the crucible. Apply fire and you may see form become formless. The eyes become weary of the light. Rest, cease to remain, become heavy with the absent sight. The blackened fog shall surely lay your leaded head to rest softly and smoothly upon the whetstone. You rock, back and forth like the woodsman’s blade. Each aching to meet one another within the exquisite, piercing talons of their immortal god.
Be still child. Be still. Remaining is not remembrance. Each thought is simply that which has been plucked from the feathers of its aeon. Praise be or praise I see.
Praise my best with planted knee.
To the dawning of the day and night.
Both resemble final sight.
Becoming the fog of an amber haze.
All belongs to depths of daze.
-s.z (Dea)
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evergreenwords · 4 months
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Their pretty, little desire.
Throw the wood back on the pyre.
Each one knows you a liar.
The thief of the heart and the fire.
Yet you are no Prometheus.
You are horrid, you are bound.
You seem to have no knowledge
of the spirit or the sound.
False idols are your mirrors.
You’re ignorant of the image.
You say you can take mountains when you’d never raise a village.
A monster in the madness.
In the throes of that most foul.
So we take your lions as you lose your herd of sows.
Eastern near and far.
Western watchers’ star.
Beg your own forgiveness as you’re feathered in your tar.
Misshapen soul so wretched.
In the homes they claim are blessed.
Reach around the masters as if high above the rest.
Be gone you curse you villain.
You! You are derision.
You never cease to hate as if that the best decision.
You are the poison in your well.
You the one who tends a hell.
You’re a beast, and I’m the bell.
Ring ring ring, the mother pleads.
You are vanquished. You are free.
You the writer of misdeeds.
When one man hungers the other feeds.
-s.z (Fallen)
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evergreenwords · 4 months
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I speak into the ashen moon
The bringers of the coming doom
Light and blaze the empty mile
Pray for horizon, sleep, and smile
Beg for them or nothing much
Marsh or shores or evening clutch
I am the sheep. The bakers mile.
I am the all. The praise worth while
And here in clay and mud and grime.
I am the you. The most sublime.
-s.z (Same Shapes)
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evergreenwords · 4 months
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"A melody in the silence whispers secrets only our hearts can hear. In the grand symphony of life. Each note a memory. Each breath a tear." -s.z (Operandi)
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evergreenwords · 4 months
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Glorious breath of the hare.
Discordant remnants of all that’s left.
Glory is to light as strength is to the flame.
Nothing will be left of us, and nothing shall remain.
Then the wheel shall forget to turn.
Strength then turns into that burn.
Our flaming light of a divine sun.
Once there was, and now there’s none.
But just like the wheel shall forget; the sun will one day go.
Discarding our possessions, as there’s nothing left to grow.
The lilies will bloom as the next passes on.
Immortalized forever in the rise of the dawn.
Discard all that weight and sever all ties.
To then arrive home in the bluest of skies..
-s.z (Dwelling In Divinity)
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