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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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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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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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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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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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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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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.
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                                                                                 ...Toffears
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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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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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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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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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