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I run to the midnight waters

To see what shadows may rise

Fists drawn

And voice held high

I find the deepest fight

When may I stand up

If struggle forbade

When may I stand in the waters

Or hope the current fades

I punch

The waters resist

My throat so tender dry

The words they ride the desperate waters

And reach neither foe nor shore

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The Burning of Olympus (Smile Upon Me Prometheus)

They took our creator And bound him to stone Chained for eternity Ripped flesh, and broke bone

And for a woman, made From a beautiful box of gold Broke a promise not to open And inside what did it hold

But demons of fury and malice Imps of envy and pride Made special for us humans To attach and burrow inside

So let us channel Channel the harpy of rage March upon the gods’ temples And make known the war we wage Tyranny and jealousy is all they know Against them we rage For them to reap what they sow

Rage against the gods And their brutal juvenile ways Burn down their temples And enjoy our final days

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Blood in the Water.

It is not her fault She took umbrage At your slight, Albeit the melody Rang true Though it was in the wrong key As you spit heartbreak Through the stereo Hoping she would listen But all you left her with Are the splintered remnants Of the house you built, Brick and mortar Crumbling Into an ocean of Rage. It is not your place To judge her upset As you mince your words; Petty poetry That falls on ears Deaf to your missed calls As you sit on your balcony In a cloud of smoke Lamenting A contract Neither of you signed As Rage, again, Crashes over your head Catching your demons In its undertow As it whispers And growls With claws and teeth Not unlike my own. Because You see I am an agent of Uproar, A champion of chaos, Yet even I, In my darkest hours, Have yet To punch my fist Through your chest So I can feel the beat Of your paper cut heart Rage against Your ribs And towards My smiling teeth. - there is blood in the water and it's not hers. s. k. g.