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And We Howl
Tyler Golec I’ve seen the brightest among us tossed Mangled, bodies strewn on train tracks Spirits now, riding the rails to Cyberus To raise a glass with Hemingway And adventure with Hunter S. Thompson Far away from this here bat country Where shiny vampires sell novels And Bram Stoker rolls in his grave …
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Wild Heart
Tyler Golec I shall not return to the kingdom For I let satan touch me It is through the wild places The wild creatures With nature’s heart That I shall return to God
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Don’t Fear the Rain
Tyler Golec I hear thunder on the horizon Rain is falling The wind is in my face but I am no autumn leaf Clinging to a tree lost in cement and grease smoke The thunder rolls, in deep, deafening, tremors It calls me arrogant, Because I will not yield to it Because I…
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What is Old?
Tyler Golec Old is not an age thing It is a mental thing It is when you’ve given up on The boy or the girl you used to be It’s when you go to bed and wake up And don’t care what happened in between Old is when you live and only live For…
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Eighteen
Tyler Golec Smoke clouds Youth with new freedom Children, but trying for something more Living now on their own terms Unsteady steps are common here Eyes glazed or red They are not lost But not found Who are they? Who will they become? What will they create? What evils will they commit?…
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To Write About a Sunset
Tyler Golec “You should write about this,” Josh said looking at the sunset over Taipei. A bright blur sinking into the derelict and aluminum roof tops. “The sunset?” I asked. “I think I will, in some way.” “Yeah man,” Josh said with his camera out. He had put down his beer for a moment…
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Lonely Writers
Tyler Golec, In a place where silver rivers flow In a place where we all want to go I want to go to a place where stories walk I want to go to a place where music always plays I want to hear Plato and Socrates talk I want to see Cleopatra gorgeous…
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Wicken Tales Chapter 6: Waves from Ironmore
Tyler Golec “There beautiful aren’t they?” Strom wondered if his father and he were looking at the same behemoths of industry that convulsed contrasting black smoke into the pale sky. “Yes dad.” “Alright, I have to go to work.” Strom’s father turned to look at him. His skin was permanently darkened. It looked nothing like…
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America the Beautiful
Tyler Golec America the brave America the so far from perfect But that’s alright with me You have scars that run deep Deep as lashes on slaves backs Your breasts are not so lush You have been suckled so long But you are still trying Still nourishing Corruption and sloth are your cancers…
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Tales of the Ancients: Tharah of Alrule
She watched the strange creature die. Its soul wasn’t meant for this place, but it passed into the Felnether anyways along with the souls of the recently slain Draegon. Tharah felt herself fade her women like figure flickered. She was no longer standing on Alrule’s ramparts. She now found herself with no light except for…
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