A fair price to pay,
For a flower in May,
As I await my true love,
Upon the quay.

The skies grow dimmer,
Yet I see the glimmer,
Of a beacon far away,
Softly shimmer.

As night overwhelms,
I spy her at the helm,
Conquering the raging waves,
Drawing nearer.

Her keel was shredded,
Figurehead: beheaded,
And taking on water fast,
I dreaded.

I filled with dispair,
As the main mast did tear,
And plunged down into the sea.
Poseidon's snare.

I am an invisible man

I am an invisible man.
I seek shelter where there is none,
I find refuge in the masses.

The world passes me by,
The people see through me.
The gods know not of me.

In the crowd, I find my home.
In anonymity, I thrive.
In plain sight, I vanish.

Everything has a price.

Everything has a price
Though, not always how we think
The opportunities in life
The experiences we give up
What must we sacrifice for one small thing?

The day has come
For the end is near
Has what you have given up been worth it?

The end is only the beginning

The end is only the beginning
Of what comes after the middle
And after the middle isn't the end of the beginning
While before the beginning was the middle of the end.
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Confused yet? I am

Oh! we r back at this eh? havent been on for a while, no one added to this.... ANYWAY:
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Confused yet? I am you, but you aren't me.
You are the man across the christmas tree.
Still don't get it? Well,
I am you, but you aren't me.
You are the man across the christmas tree.
Sitting on the table is me, but how can I be you, if I am you?
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Poem ended up like a riddle...

Poem ended up like a riddle...
And wild arms grew out of trees
There's an alarm going off in the kitchen,
and I think my ears are full of bees.

I can not express my loathing for bees
Within the space of type
So now i'm off to stretch my fingers
And load up yours with tripe.
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Floating in the ocean

Floating in the ocean
Enjoying the nice breeze
The sound of gulls echoing
Some landing on your knees

The peace is much enjoyed
For the time is that of strife
For a few short, precious hours
I'm hiding from the wife

Between the stars and me

Between the stars and me
is that grerat big ol tree
The Nordics called it Yggdrasil
and I can't rhyme anything off the top of my head with Yggdrasil.
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Hooray for unscreativity

Between the stars and me
I pray.
For giant clockwork ticks
to work their magic
Gears grind into place
And the stars are perfect.

Grey metal waves batter the shore

Grey metal waves batter the shore
With hardened resilience
Degrading landscape, soon no more
Lost from steel diligence.

Oh! How can beauty die with such haste
As horrors live so free?
We allow greatness to fleet in waste
While artificial gains immortality

Jester, lone Jester, play me a song