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T.R.

Who?

Am I blind or deaf?
Am I seeing right?
A so beauty sight
A sound like a breath
And eyes oh so bright?
 
Is it night or day?
I can barely tell
But I’m under hail
And all I can say
Does not ring a bell
 
Am I thinking sharp?
Do I see the doll?
Did I trip and fall?
Do I hear a harp?
Do I think at all?
 
Does she look me back?
Does she come so close?
Does my heart attack?
She cure what I lack
Or my comatose

Other works by T.R....
I Am The Sultan

As I make my way to the metal Where the flames burn my desires, I drop my newly found petal, For it keeps me warm. I do walk my way to my sack,
February

Welcome to the caverns Hope you cannot stay Darkness fills the taverns At the beginning of the day Leave while you are happy
Mr. Metal

My head was of metal My heart was of straw My bones were of twigs For those who did not know They scarred each one
More Than I Should

I’m having a feeling But don’t understand I look at the ceiling And I cannot stand She used to be torture
Forever Safe

In you and I There is a war That will not fly Without a sword You wield in hand
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Less Yielding Than Stone

We’ve lost ones before And in future lose. But now what we store, Bring in through this door Is ours now to choose.
Strings

There once was a man Who played sweet as honey And when he played songs He played for no money He had won it all
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Worthless

Worthless be the starlight That’s never seen at night And worthless be an hourglass If we lose track of time. Worthless be the speaker
The Titan's Black Stone

‘Tis a black stone underwater Of a helmsman feeling pain. ‘Tis the fall of Titan’s daughter… ‘Tis a confident marauder, Who, with blood, herself she stain…
Humanoid

Against my will I act like me I am not who I pretend I am only a humanoid on the inside I am a human on the out I see something in me
Four Seats Empty, Six Seats Taken

Four seats empty, six seats taken. And I had one with a view Making sight seem lesser blue. But for those who seem mistaken, They would tell me stories too.
March

Gathering, Gimmicking, Frightening, Mimicking, Making the urge Of the march go away Symphony, Melody,
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The Haunting Breezes

Whirl our way, dearest deceaser! This is your time and ours to fly! The time to fly nears, The deceased thrown in fears, While the living await death!
In A River Where There Are None

And you and I can keep going And you and I can recover For the blood flows as the river g… And I and you float on its waters And I and you know well
Upon These Black Beaches

I stare at the sand upon these bla… I sit on their crippled and bent a… Think still on the words that thei… And sit in the dark as a common wa… The day is not bright, so it seems…



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