Why are the traits of creativity and insanity
An hourglass and sand
Is it an inherited genetic defect?
Or a wonderment of man
An anomaly of nature
A chemical imbalance in the Ribonucleic acid
A minuscule knot in the DNA strands
Many minds revered and unknown don the genius crown
The emotive disturbing creations of Goya’s dark-stained hands
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If you dare look upon its reflection
Or have you the courage to look upon the face
Delve into your soul
Without self-admonishment or rejection
Though it holds many answers
So too does the mirror present many questions
The righteous existence of a soul
The solemn eyes that stare into it
Projecting endless depth and flawed perfection
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Turn yourself from my rage
As surely as I speak it will destroy you
Shield yourself from my glaring glance
As it is a slow but indubitable poison
There is no mercy to be found
In this unforgiving dead heart
No pity present in the chilled organ
No light penetrates the folds of the dark
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When all of time was fading into what was to come
In the hearts of demented men
Would corruption flourish and grow
Their destiny was to harvest the chaos poor fools
They themselves had deliberately sown
The helpless lowborn would starve and suffer
While the highborn gluttonous grew fatter
The calm became the turbulent storm
The sane mad as a hatter
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It’s Hallows eve in the underworld
Conjuring up an orange clouded moon
On a raven song night
Witches ride cold gales
On rope tied magical brooms
The glowing jagged mouth pumpkins
With flickering candle yellow eyes
Stare out of noisy houses
As goblins abound
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Hunger, poverty and despair is the food of Revolution
@All rights Reserved Tammy M Darby Decemeber 7, 2023
When all of time was fading into what was to come
In the hearts of demented men
Would corruption flourish and grow
Their destiny was to harvest the chaos poor fools
They themselves had deliberately sown
The helpless lowborn would starve and suffer
While the highborn gluttonous grew fatter
The calm became the turbulent storm
The sane mad as a hatter
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My thirst for revenge was so great
The earth trembled in fright
And in my unbounded fury
Blinded the sun itself
And flung the moon from the sky
The stars fled from their cluster’s sparkling ever so bright
The universe conceded, vanquished, cowered and cried
My anger was vehement
HeavIng forth oceans from their beds
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Turn yourself from my rage
As surely as I speak it will destroy you
Shield yourself from my glaring glance
As it is a slow but indubitable poison
There is no mercy to be found
In this unforgiving dead heart
No pity present in the chilled organ
No light penetrates the folds of the dark
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I write these words while I am still myself
The price paid as my cold soul burns
No longer possessing the impediment of a heart
It’s the script for which I yearn
Jumping to and fro throughout memories and time
My life subtly disguised in misleading illusions and vague erratic rhyme
My eccentricity I have little or no inclination to explain
Nor the secret corners of my fragmented thoughts
Where revenge and malevolence play
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