Whoever flooded this womb I partook of birth
piece by piece I cracked the egg wide open
burst crying outright dammed it all
imploring the good doctor pray tell who else
but me, should engage in fortunate growth
plural education and nurture the fertile land
step by step cross the merry land and rearrange
my brain matter with social engagements of sort
good mother how lucky are we to be gifted a silent night
one that plays tricks and never apologizes
no victimization for you and me for we have known haven
a golden shore that reflects the power of the saint's word
in the darkest hour we do come together
however fleeting and bittersweet.
a beard grants no more wisdom
than good conversating instills boredom
aches call prayers from within the flesh
persistance bore fruit
the spell wore off - inform the people
time to kill or stand still
exercising futility as the blood runs deeper
tiresome to take shots at a dull target
what is this rash decision contaminating
what if the fight, the struggle, the ample sophistication
aged well? controlled, believe it, an art form crawls
a plastic plaything buried unapologetic because inane objects
are a drug that runs in the family.
a thousand cuts signal doom through smokescreens
no apologizes can erase words bespoken
left burning desires bitter in the tongue
cutthroat indeed as wide as the ocean can swallow
the same fragility that belongs to the lifes lost
by adventurers in carelessly die atop desolated mountains
bones rotten, souls adrift, captain of no ship or vessel
That might prove a lesson to those crossing right past
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