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a #poetry piece
called, a soul for a body:
Consuming the night, they circle
They’re stars, bright.
Shadows by the moon, circular light
Creatures, they roam
Blocked out of sight, their might
A son, not of the sun
Forever vain, and reaching for the
Continuum.
Language for these things
Seen. There’s a truth in your dreams,
That’s not able to be seen.
Lookin’ back at them days long gone,
Brain lacking the chemical response
To the fears of life
The truth is stranger than your worst
Dream. But there is beauty in the
Act of dreaming, it away.
They came in and threw the phone at the wall
Cry my tears
Who am I? Without a face at all.
Took a stab at the unknown
Came back scarred with that face, knowing all.
Was I changed? not at all.
Weather changed, felt it in my bones.
F****d around with forces that our eyes can’t see
Ain’t no darkness got a hold on me
Babe, I’ve been away,
Felt like ages, when you’re havin’
A blast, but it was only days.
https://tinyurl.com/1234advize
And it starts with a:
F**k how you’re living
Even if your life’s in order
All you know, we’ve told ya
What good is life, if you can’t
Or couldn’t live past its confines
Shouldn’t you try to escape the cell
Wouldn’t that be a real source of free–
Dumb.
A brief story of a walk into the future #abstract writing
https://tinyurl.com/threatz11b
Attention to these
Details are in the woven
fabric of these times
An ethic that works
for the greater good of the
young country soon sold
Questionable acts
in the names of those untold
threatening a fool
Suffer those lightly
until they’re ended swiftly
by his own action