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Flowerbeds
Flowerbeds of blue waving peddles in bloom to the world of milky hearts and glittering insects buzzing by in a swarm of tiny faces with many eyes and Crystal vision in the century of all things new! With galactic haircuts and strobe light nightmares. Old fiend lurks in the dark after a fix, jittering in midnight daze to kick the dust to the path that is mine and I watch as he passes from a pile of bricks that once had purpose but no longer has any meaning. Who holds this man’s soul? I would never bother him. His mind and body are not in the same frequency as his soul. At this moment the life that once peeked out of newborn eyes is now only seeing jeering snippets of the harsh realities and loneliness in these cold Carolina nights. I sit quietly and watch this war pass by and I know my trials are just as heavy and mind melting and can turn the stomach if you start to dwell.
Melting Minds
The war watched, the fix not a cure, choice between you and there but for the grace...I like this writing - it is clear vision and commentary for survival. Yeah. ~S~
I like it. Who holds anyone's
I like it. Who holds anyone's soul? I don't think their held, do you?
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Souls are wheeled and dealed
Souls are wheeled and dealed all the time. His was with the junk.
Hmmm...well, you get what you
Hmmm...well, you get what you believe about yourself maybe, huh.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Take a trip to the
Take a trip to the crossroads.
The roads cross in many
The roads cross in many places all around the world. I've been to many.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "