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161

9/30/2019

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...I bore my name in the land of my birth.
I had no choice, but I was honoured.

Such hate, with words only...
Blame, Whispers, Hearsay...
Jealousy.

Enmity,
by birth,
by name...
For this dominion...
This land that we both craved.

And though my heart stopped beating
for no other reasons
             than that of my birth,
             than that of my name,
             than for this dominion,
             this land that is now my grave,
my watch never stopped ticking,
those guns never stopped firing.


Time soon drew a blank.
Unobtrusively, we became Anonymous.
A footnote in a history book.


Let it be said:
         The last culture on Earth will have nothing to share.
​
                                                                                 ...Toffears
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160

9/28/2019

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...A life,
a Birth
and a Cause.

Strong be my beliefs,
still I feud and brawl
to be granted but a few more years.

Still the heart is feeble.
And then... the Question...

                                             ...Toffears

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159

9/26/2019

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...still,
detached
and void every sign
of Love
and Life.

For one night only,
until the mist clears
and returns the Dawn.

                           ...Toffears
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158

9/24/2019

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...purification,
burn,
wailing,
lament...
and then, Silence.

Our Oxygen,
Gone...
For Money.

Dead by the time we cared.

                               ...Toffears
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157

9/22/2019

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...When is the last time you felt free?

               ...Yesterday, when I wrote it.

                                             
                      
​                                               ...Toffears
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156

9/20/2019

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...For every life...

Is your belief 
blind enough
for you to hate the sunrise?

                               ...Toffears

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155

9/18/2019

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...Our very future is a fire that we tame.
Our every movement is a lie.
 
                                                 ...Toffears
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154

9/16/2019

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...Light a candle and it burns,
they say.

Left or right,
and at the Summit,
I found no trace
but for a worthless headstone
and a hole in the ground.

For what were we expecting
when we resolved to live?

                                     ...Toffears
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153

9/12/2019

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...All the more fleeting
than Memory and Life,
this Desert bares no Shifting Sands,
no Caravans,
no Horizon.
 
So soon here,
So soon forgotten.
 
No matter how fatalist one may be,
There is always hope.

...allegiance to the Servitude of Self
bares no Honour.

                                             ...Toffears
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152

9/10/2019

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...walls surrounding,
no protection,
isolation.

...narrowing echo,
fears grown,
isolated.

...worthless Life,
painless,
pointless,
segregation.

             ...Toffears


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151

9/9/2019

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...as a victim of relief,
for oneself and nothing more,
I was ordered,
I was told,
I rebelled until my fall.

Even Love is a selfish act.


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150

9/8/2019

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...was it I?
thus be
the sole witness
of the Dark?

Should I have?
thus be
the sole barer
of the Truth?

Could I?

             ...Toffears
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149

9/6/2019

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...blossom anew,
by the window,
by the door.

A letter, signed.

The famine struck,
Dominions and Dust.
So were we.

                    ...Toffears
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148

9/4/2019

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...Oppresive
and Red,
by the river of the mind,
by the chruch
on the square,
by the wall,
looking up,
looking for...

"Being" is an interlude

                       ...Toffears
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147

9/2/2019

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...be your name
a breeze,
a whisper in the snow...

From ice,
flowing, clear,
be your name as a memory would.

Close contact.
Shivers.

Smile.

​End.
                     ...Toffears

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