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Trees Stand, the landscape wallows in their grasp how can one eat the fruits of the earth? what hidden gardens does it have for us? Distraction…. melodies flood from the brass; catching the wind, and tumbling over the vast nothing my mind has flavor, sweetend by the note conciousness, writhing back to existance how can one eat the fruits of the earth? consuming and basking in the rich expance nothing is ours to take it is truth, one is born to give but driven to take it is balance, ying and yang, that sparks disire shade is given, water is taken, symbiot and listen, for the restless nature of the wind will do nothing but feed your lust does sound batter your mind? guided attacks on your tranquil being words flow stifly with frustration connectiong ones brain with a spinning mass emotion, frustration, language, expression wind away, and look through into the distance
It came, like a flood
Since then I’ve forgotten their names
just another picture up in flames
where can where go?
is there anywhere, markless
without boot heels, pavement
Can we now thread the sea
Will you then wash it from your hands?
oh god what have we done
has our hatred left us unspun?
we cannot see the shaking earth
or the cracks beneath our feet
without the sun, we are one
another world, we’ll be born
silence is noise to some
can it be broken by men without mouths
consume it, welling tears
confronting one’s fears
is the easiest of all when, it’s
the last thing you’ll ever do
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What good are they?
I’ve asked for help, but
They left me behind
It almost haunts me
A distant rhythm
Searching for something
I never expected to be, me
It found, some pleasure
Some bliss, something you lost, then
Found again, maybe a shape
Something flowing, off
My finger, droplets
Lost on the river
Swirling mass, brown blue
Crystalline molecules, dancing
Together like lovers, moving
To some hidden beat, only they
Can hear, so what can you know, of this
This hallow routine,
Phantasmagoric ritual, seems
So fantastic, unbelievable
What’s next, another discovery?
Some smaller nothing, we cannot see
I’m wary of the future,
A thousand universes in my palm
We are the same infinite complexity
Never expected, human unimportance
Now the light is in my eyes
Shining true, blue, invisible
On the sidewalk they die,
Blacked by glasses, entertained
I look at the children and cry
Has our ignorance abandoned them
To die? Have we all be left behind,
There is something in the food
There is something in the water
Wait for poison, wait no longer
Wait for death, for it takes time
To be killed from the inside.
What does it sound like
when it whips past your ears
whistling like lips over a glass bottle
like hate, you cant see it,
only the hell it brings
dance with it, embrace its impermenance
for a gift one day is a strike the next
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I’m so fucking tired,
these melodramatic assholes really wear me out
whats to stop a man from throwing fists?
and how much can someone do before being a slave
ill hold my fucking breath when the bombs drop
and watch your fucking corpses burn
its there, you cant see it.
its flowing through the fucking streets of some nameless country
were so far away, removed from the pain and anguish of most human life
its terrible to know of its existance, and never make an attempt.
where would one run? where would we hide
because when the bombs start dropping, they wont care about your lawn orniments
so you better watch your fucking back, because theres knives flying
and a blonde haired girl will toss them for eternity
so i guess i’m lost, trying to find my way in this
everybody is lost, and everybody is lonely
but this cold bed is less forgiving
Kentucky, the woods, nowhere
oh right, reality
theres no such thing as silence
its absence melts through my skull
if you look to hard, you wont see anything
but look into the distance
and hope to see the edges of understanding
I’ve had enough, now here it sit
Another day full of shit
getting lit, feeling low
so what happens when I dont know where to go
do I pivot on my boot heels and flee?
no such thing as home, where am I supposed to be?
now I hear sirens coming after me,
I’m broken, left for dead
dying, regret and dread
close your eyes, pull, pray for lead
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Popped collar party, foolishness, beruit.
harassed by authority, forced into fear
my tounge spits, damn I wish I was thinkin straight
no bars, thank god
where else would we run? theres nowhere to hide
threats from the men in blue
power trip, suckers
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the flames lick my fingers, kissing them, drawing out the poison
stress deserts the committed, and swallows the weak
where can one find eternity? is it in the flow of a womans hair,
or laying at the bottom of my pit of despair
i prepare to dive forth into the abyss
exploring reaches of my emotions that have no limit
will i ever find such serenity again?
more silent and wholesome than one could imagine
its warmth, like flames, will kiss me into death
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