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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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145

8/28/2019

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...this is where they brought me,
this is where I stood.

My name, gone,
lost
along with any memories of my voice.

                                              ...Toffears


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144

8/26/2019

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...between the Self,
Pure Nature,
the Entertaining World is thin, but solid.

Realise, Break.

Facing foul windows,
Open spaces,
undefined...

Violence,
self-made.

                                                  ...Toffears
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142

8/20/2019

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...in the colours of the clouds,
carving through Winds,
I came upon a hill
of broken light and melted sand.

How could I see the fields below?

Where once walked a human being,
now rose an empty Soul
ready for the tender noose
of slavery to the Social Demands and Expectations
of people I hated.

How beautiful was the wintered breeze of Dawn.

                                                                     ...Toffears
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141

8/18/2019

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...a Lover in the Shadows,
burning her bridges...
...and I wonder how her dreams could be so empty.

                                                                     ...Toffears
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8/16/2019

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...we watched it burn,
all of it.
Gone,
rather than let it fall and be soiled.

"I wish I were 20 years younger"

We watched it burn.
All of it,
lost and wasted.

                                          ...Toffears



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139

8/14/2019

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...from the corner of the street,
heeding the horizon,
we close our eyes
to the unfamiliar sky,
and wish it melt the sun.

                                     ...Toffears
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134

8/4/2019

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...I could shred a tear for Eternity's grace

                                                    ...Toffears
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133

8/2/2019

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...I hold irregular beliefs.

The heart is deceased
but the beating remains...

                           ...Toffears
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7/27/2019

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...The Kapellmeister
will make us dance.

The Opera, voted.
Our voices heard.
The promises...
We laugh.

Home, we dance.
And dance again, we shall.

The streets,
voices, unheard.
The promises...
We fight.

Protecting the Power.

​The Working Man Vs the Working Man.

                                                  ...Toffears
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