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184

2/20/2020

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...the greatest curse of Time is regret

​...Toffears
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183

2/20/2020

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...I must have left the window open,
for I can now feel the breeze of Winter
in the room where I once saw my friends


...Toffears
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182

2/5/2020

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...Building upon defeat.
In the Song of Faith,
lie the words of Treason and Deceit.
All capable,
all willing.
For our own gain,
all our own doing.
 
...Building upon deceit.
In the Song of Fate,
lies, undetermined
and unexpected,
commandeering Blindness,
leaving Belief begging for an answer.
 
...Building upon belief.
In the Song of Life,
lies Love,
on the river bed,
towards the surface,
towards the sun,
with the Only,
with the One.
 
...Building upon relief.
In the Song of Death,
lie memories departed
and the promise of Darkness.
But a step forward
to a sphere or a coil,
freedom and fear
be the Sun.
 
...We are but stealing upon defeat.

...Toffears

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181

1/10/2020

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...with weary steps and mindless breath,
unto the day, ongoing Death,
finding a crown,
following suit,
query be damned,
forbidden fruit.

...Toffears
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180

1/6/2020

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...There are some people at the window,
in the graveyard,
by the station.
I can see them,
I can see.
 
They seem happy, celebrating.
I can see them,
I can see.
 
There is a view of wooden dwellings,
no bitterness,
by a lake, inside a forest.
 
Can you see them?
Can you see?
 
These are the people we could have been.
Life in the valleys,
far from the city,
and day to day
we could have been.
 
Stop this train.
Stop this train.
 
I am…
     Not what you are.
     Not what you seem.

...Toffears
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179

1/3/2020

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...in the quiet of the mind,
lies the mending of the heart.


...Toffears
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178

1/1/2020

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A thought occurs,
obscured forthwith.
It was a word,
now is a ghost,
a pointless verse,
unclaimed by all,
unclaimed by birth.

We follow shadows that are not ours.
 Stillborn, as we are.


...Toffears
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177

12/30/2019

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...If you look up to the moon,
you can tell them:
I am there.
 
To the East,
as the birds at first light sing,
I am there.
 
Look up


...Toffears
 
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176

12/28/2019

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...how can you look at the bloodshot sunrise
after a night of silence?
 
So far away from mercy…
So far away, forgive me...


...Toffears
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175

12/26/2019

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...as the Dawn
became my mistress,
I was ready to depart.

I was longing for the journey,
some would say
I broke apart.

In the valleys,
in the villages,
in the distance of the Past,
I was roaming without thinking,
into Himalayan Art.

                                      ...Toffears
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174

12/24/2019

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If there was hate,
it was his call.

Sizing me up
for his ego and games,
and then claiming the fall.

                             ...Toffears
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173

12/21/2019

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...anarchic whispers of the Soul,
where Yearning, Ambition and Agony
quarrel for interpretation and domination.

Our thoughts are truly ours when awake.

Dreams,
upon Dawn,
may not always be so sweet.

                                                         ...Toffears
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172

12/19/2019

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...when Information is controlled,
the Truth will be found on the Walls.

                                             ...Toffears
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171

12/13/2019

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...new relics to a defined kingdom,
worthless unless proven.

Memories,
given,
created,
controlled.

be gone
be gone
to the dark or the light
be gone

The geometry of innocence
narrowed to a single pyramid of names,
all related,
all the same.

be gone
be gone
the Solar System has a frontier
find it

                                                      ...Toffears
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170

12/11/2019

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...how empty can knowledge be
to a conscience
which is worthless.

The slavery of Blind Obedience.

                                     ...Toffears
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169

12/9/2019

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...to fly this kite,
my beloved,
is to give my thoughts for you
a reach for the Sun.

                                    ...Toffears
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168

12/8/2019

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...there was a Sound that once was Breath.

It was heard
here on Earth,
until its last,
until its Death.

It was a ripple or a pulse,
through the waves
accosting the land
in its creative escape.

Forbidden word,
Forgiven world,
yet is was sound,
yet is was heard.

There was a Sound that once was Breath.
​
And it was gone.

                                                    ...Toffears
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167

11/29/2019

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...and so,
who will come to my funeral
when even I will not attend?


Ashes,
lying here
by the water,
from a life 
left unconsumed.

I am lying,
here,
early morning,
by the temple
that was you.

                               ...Toffears
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166

11/27/2019

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...to be the fruit of what is Thought,
ephemeral,
immaterial, 
unconscious and impulsive.
Contemporary.

To be the fruit that was proscribed,
ripply picked and shared.

To be the harvest...
 
To breathe, to breathe
and leave the Cage...

                                        ...Toffears
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165 (Part 3)

11/22/2019

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...Shaped by the Winds
of worthless trivia,
we cloud our minds
into a storm.

Our thirst for knowledge
burning like water,
blindly believe,
we follow Form.


We are the Cold,
we are the Lonely,
we have become that rainy day...

Thus lying in grace while we are sleeping,
never to wake, we are Decay.

                                                   ...Toffears
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165 (Part 2)

11/21/2019

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...If Destiny is written,
let us erase what we believe.

Holding the pen,
narrating fiction,
we're unsubstantial
and so naive.
​
We turn to cold
but never lonely,
for it is just a rainy day...

​
We lie in grace while we are sleeping,
Only to wake and slave away.
...

                                              ...Toffears
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165 (Part 1)

11/21/2019

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...I was tied up to the Ocean,
Shattering in waves,
Longing for an island
That only Time would not decay.

I was cold
But wasn’t lonely,
It was another rainy day…
​

We lie in grace while we are sleeping,
Only to wake and slave away.
...

                                                ...Toffears


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164

10/27/2019

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I am looking out the window,
Waiting for the rain.
I play the guest to my own downfall,
At my expense
I play the game.
 
I see the future crawling
The further on I go.
The old cigars,
The dampened room,
The sun has set,
The rivers flow.
 
I am looking out the window,
This was the view throughout my youth,
Did I escape
or did I fall?
Yet, brick by brick, I build the wall.
 
I see the world is yearning,
Oh, round and round I go…
This gilded cage has no escape,
They’ve lost the key,
But there is hope.
 
I am looking out the window,
somehow it always seems to rain…
I long for change,
I long for snow,
I long to live…
…I long to go.

                                               ...Toffears
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163

10/10/2019

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...Beat
and I breathe.

...Beat
and I breathe.

Deeply,
take a breath.

Beat,
and I focus,
I believe.

Breathe
and I live.
Breathe and be.

...Beat
and I breathe.

...Beat
and I breathe.

...and it Stops...
I had no control.

eXit


                       ...Toffears
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162

10/2/2019

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...Still 
​the blind belief
in the hope of escape.

Why does fear turn to violence
for the ego with no knowledge?

                                      ...Toffears

(dedicated to M.E.I aka L.)
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