The Balcony of Broken Dreams

Ebb and Flow around the misery,

Of the woe in our own, 

Shared to show

In displays of hate

To release our minds.

 

Twist and turn through words

That burn

and smoke into being okay.

Lifes residue will dampen our minds

But sobriety was never for us. 

 

Yet something more did stem,

For bacteria will inhale each other. 

and we trifled through our libraries of all.

Pillaged, to address the good.

Confront it and accuse it, 

For having evaded us for so long. 

 

Did these times 'fix' us?

Or birth memories of grandiose of the rawest humanity?

Our lives will shape around occasional truth

and preset us.

 

To love is to live

but to live is to give,

and if you do not give

Then the love is no good,

Nor will be the life.

 

So release and let puncture,

The talons of breath;

Allow torture.

To relish its branding is to live enriched.

 

Against the grain of protection 

lies a mind of salvation.

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