an advent of poetry
a challenge, one a day
who will win
who will lose
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we all win---even if we lose---
for there is now more art in the world
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drums in the cavernour soul is stonewe hear a warningof coming dooma runner we'll sendthe house of durinwill live forevereven may we fallwas not greedthough that the saybut prideformed balin's tombPassion
Burning hotpassionundirecteda lustbut for what?is it loveis it hateis it to buildor to destroyall I knowis it burnsSweeping Streets
it's peacetimethe blue and redsweeping the streetsstrapped with peacesand a street sweeperwho are they come forit's peacetimeso whoever they come forthey come for youRevenge
revengeis the death of the soulfor what can bring a good manto kill an evil oneand assume his positionlikerevengeAugust
My drive demandsthat I write great and mightyand weighty thingsfull of mythos and referenceand high symbolismbut my realitysays sometimesI must write simpleGlamour
Come, see our ChurchSee the golden trim aroundthe feet of our pauper god.See the velvet and fur wovenin the vestments of our clergy.Hear the peel of the bellsummoning the faithfulto our opulence.Inhale the incense, an aromafit for a king.Is it …DST 2
the sky is darkand the world quietsurely its too lateto shop or be outexceptexcept it's after time changeand not only is it not lateit's downright early eveningslant.
my building's like my rhymeslantit's meant to be askewnot meant to beflatTempus Fugit
tempus fugitso simple yet profoundtime fliesbut of course it doesit's that second half thoughthat does the heavy liftingtempus fugitso do today what you mayto secure your legacyremembernot only tempus fugitbut alsomemento mori