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(my cloud, a poem)



my cloud aint silver lined,

it's black and filled with gloom.

these halls are pastel gray,

in moon meditation, solitude.

an artist, symbolic, interview

of crude truths, character flaws

i'm a bad mouth, disease afflicted prostitute,

the way i sell myself,

know that, there's nothing new,

with the same calloused hand, worn out tool,

i've fashioned empty dread,

into full beauty, and

into priceless value.



(in a voided breath, a poem)



in a voided breath,

sky blue pilot earth,

opulent star of the universe,

i wish upon thee,

in all my suffering,

secure me my destiny,

help to set me free,

i hear the voice of threat,

i know not, but that

(it's coming)