my promise holds steel truth
the shine translucent, toes quiver
eyes vibrate, a ride that we took for granted
once before, why not yet again?
may this claim dispel bad weather all the same
it is during sleep the thorn crown is laid to rest
in repose the chambers of thought lose face
and embrace the gratification we lived another day
the feeling of loneliness and fear is put to the sword
and we see dark, we merge, we fly ever and forever.
the angels present the vile stench of morarity
hold a second fella may I study this contract page ca-re-ful-ly
whilst that go take a hike, respectfully, before we have a scene
got a chip in my shoulder and the rat won't stop nagging at it
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today we play! (the getaway alarm shattered)
we set loose the boundaries of society
moods shall swing, relationships lost and reforged
from stranger to brother we sank anew
amidst peers and friends for those that join
can't resist the earned title
enthusiasm, let's have some fun
curiosity or chance opportunistic coincidence eh
all bound to change as blood and energy levels pump
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the future is so. damm. noisy! blinding neon lights
those that do not blink. Imagine, has techonology zeroed out effort
the absolute nerve, and worse still, you can feel it at the pulse.
A belt of spacebars crowd the sky in patterns, accident free since 2200.
Odds are, next year, in 2201, we will still be dulled by outstanding A.I impulses
stunt perhaps by the lack of working lunges. or was it lungues and we discarded legs and exercise?
anyway, I miss colour really. I dreamt of nature and wildlife sporting along
the concrete jungle, the cities have it worse
the landscape multiple and unrepenting
vampires afraid of natural daylight, we better keep it dark
prolific and of a certain adquired taste, vultures exchanged for insomniacs
the eye and lense fuse
a silver so unnatural it is theorized it does not exist. Levitated by the power of believing,
a marvel of
weird
F
our
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Help was not coming
on the note of caution, it arrived late
the aroma of feeling out of discontent
they know something we will never know
a blossom of sorts, rubberband and swolen pride aside
yearly check-up, fair dues, yes doctor, no doctor, never doc
straigten back, held core, why not dream of something beatiful?
sapped of strength, defient to the lack of sight
shove over, I will dare die another day
leap and bounds, intact dental record mind you, sharp edges divulge conseguences
out of breath, contained in a song, always a song that promises empty truths so malleable
like the friendships that were meant to be started over never achieving true closure.
you would do better not taking a peek after all
grey walls bled white by murky tempers and hasty hands
devour the crime, damage done the hard way
someone call this man, it has been a minute
bring a camera along, save the date, watch this space.
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I turned my phone off and hooked a book from the shelf
one I face every year 'round this certain calendar stage
we come and go in waves in a lull state of wallowing and fever
not quite satisfied we meditate, mediating the burdens we destroy within
to pour out akin to a ritual tribute, mourn and bruises aside
we get talking in an empty room until we beg, we have had enough.
speculation thrives in a festering wound conceived at the womb
trial by desire we couldn't hide the scandal of what's wrong
a miracle the overgrown forest did not split concrete from skull
putting right fright to the cynicals, the absolute spectacle.
this is not a metaphor, we are miserable and have had quite frankly enough.
push and left to hang, the dirt carries a weight overbearing and it stinks of discontent
presently the bodies lay cold, too far gone and we cannot afford the proper burial
blissful prayers must suffice.
trade the soul for a chunk of bread and change
a penny we exchanged for the thought of hope
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I remember a time when my mom sang me to sleep
every single night she would dance with the stars
invoke heroes and princeses, legends and tales as tall
as the word could travel and her song rang true
her word was good.
time was cut short
memories decayed,
faces now blurry
the laws dictate I forget the colour of her eyes
just as much as the earth shall take mine
tempers under control
promises on hold we are told we may let them go
for my anchor is my mantra, my temple, my sole existance in quake
my word is good.
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saw a rat mouse about, spin around and dash into a bush
as rain splinked me into reality
pulling me out of a dream within a scene
I carry within me, taunting me to step inside
a warmer place where we dance atop tables
and the only bad thing how sleep separates us
interwined funeral with a homecoming celebration.