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The Spoils of War  

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9/21/2021 6:39 pm
The Spoils of War


Shared and paired the benevolent one opens his arms to reveal the pain attached
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> The sharing of such, could mean the demise of the worthy, as well as, the damned
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> The energy is playfully quiet, the boisterous roar kept at bey for the time being
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> Feeling out the vibe that can so quickly flood the dry basin of understanding and emptiness
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> Sensing the fear and pain of the eventual confrontation, the bud opens to the forgiving sky
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> Sucking up the rays of the evening star, believing that the recognition has been, a bit late
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> Years of absorption and repulsion has built a foundation that can crumble with the slightest try
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> Spewed into the open, sends energy waves with systemic desires, but without deadly intentions
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> As the tempest gains strength, the souls look for shelter, finding each other, strings and all
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> The braiding and manipulation, is natural and kind, as if the flow is exceeding time and space
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> The reaction is an instant one, sins and lies are the topic of the day, pushing violently at peace
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> Time is distorted and lengthened, made to feel as though, crime and<b> punishment </font></b>are symbiotic
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> The guilty must hang, and the righteous mist sing, but the crime becomes fuzzy and less real
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> Each painful memory, becomes immortalized, painting each brick with envy, creating a space
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> The foundation seems in jeopardy, as if the weakness has eroded the pleasantness of the love
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> The burden and inconvenience of it all, wondering, lamenting, loathing, lonely, and warm
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> Wearing the mask of a smile, while the strings that try to join together, are unmotivated
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> The price of our ignorance, anger, placation, memory, dreams, hopes, distain, are intertwined
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> The picture of what was, thoughtfully created with a pallet, more colors the really ever noticed
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> The desire to outshine, will be overlooked, discredited, fodder for the scavengers to feed from
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> The carcass will be devoured and desecrated, until its known by only a weeping few, devastated
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> From the ashes will grow not a phoenix, but an abyss, which will muffle the joys and good times
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> Confrontation can be a means to an end, a compass to the trail that is unseen and untrue
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> The fork in the road will prove to be challenging and enlightening at the same time, sometimes
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> Worthwhile, exciting, uncomfortable, and stark, turning back is the only option to stay mired
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> Moving past the brambles, thorns, low hanging branches, from which the fruit is always sour
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> Love is eternal, flawed, wonderful, worthwhile, an intertwined leap of faith, a commitment
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> Last year’s crop, and the one before, that have a vintage, they all do, but quality is dependent
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> Wounds to heal, medicine to swallow, day in and day out, all that matters is this moment
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> Souls like love have strings attached, pulling tight and letting loose, the slack feels good
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> The opportunity to grow and nurture, forging a path that, if not true, will by well worn
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> Perfection is unattainable, overrated, and destructive, the glory of destiny is within us all
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> Having only one life to live, the opportunities to hold on or let go can stain the breeze
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> Right or wrong, the fool’s gold will flood the market with the appearance of worth, splendor
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> As with and shiny, pretty thing, it’s worth is only as pure as its inner strength, its core value
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> You can win a battle and lose the war, but sometimes the battle can resonate, not forgotten
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> The battles causalities, my take a heaver toll on the overall conflict, that winning is a true loss
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> It is difficult, if not impossible to sooth a damaged soul, but healing can and will take place
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> It is when the owner of the soul, decides to reconcile, the past, in order to move forward
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> The fight is an opportunity to weigh the cost of a war, or if the cost will be too much to bare
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> For battle wounds heal slowly, leave horrendous scars, overcome, but a gruesome reminder
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> A reminder not of success, but that the cost of war, affect those, who never enjoy the spoils

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