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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Saturday, June 11, 2016

all will find fault with nonsuch

with baited words we each take turns
burning the blood brain barrier to skin
the brand turned tepid first
and in the darkness bound them
the last learned among men hung heads
and fell to beds of ferns
protraction preferred before the world spurns
preform the bitter drinking dance
distil the furtive frivolity before frankness ends the fruiting
puberty's perversion perturbed by private passions
broken sword and faulty fashions
make birth and what is worse than worthless
furrowed brow and teeth for gnashing
last to cross the heart of gold
will empty soul and sorrow fill
the smearing smirk of foresight clouded judgment
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