Abandon all hope for the best of times they are a changin'/g of the guard rail against all odds and ends of the earth and sky/'s the limit to two per person of interest /ed but not pursuing a career criminal minds are like parachute(s) to safety razor thin blue line. ©
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Above and beyond the call of duty free association of ideas that matter of fact of the matter has mass media storage wars of the roses are red bull-shit walk(s) like an Egyptian pyramid scheme of things to do in Denver when you're dead wrong side of the tracks. ©
It's just a phase one more for the road to ruin a good thing/s we do for love thy neighbour/hood watch this has to stop and shop till you drop dead and gone like the wind of change/d the locks of hair/spray for Bugs Bunny and Tweety show me the money talks to resume. ©
Take to task at hand job opportunity knocks out opponent of progress/ive thinking outside the box/ed in and out to lunch on the go directly to jail cell division of labour party until dawn of a new era of peace be with you will be missed the mark of the beast of burden of proof of life will find a way. ©
All out war torn country/side/s will be taken out of context and content not suitable for children in poverty line drive/ing in the dark side of the moon landing gear up/side down/town traffic lights the way out of time share the load bearing post-it notes on a scandal/ous affairs of the heart strings arrangement. ©
Discouraged beyond blame.
There is no recourse as the industrial arms set upon you to lame. Break the body and the spirit follows, an adage they love. An institute to align with. We are more than mortar. I know you believe it too. I know you can feel it; The grind, The peel, The pull. The gravity traction that beckons, that begs and needs to be accepted as is Harsh but inescapable, chains that are so breakable cold tempered strength 'Come unto me'; A phrase frayed. Be your own master, a way so in the maze. Be. Because no one will for you. © At long last of its kind/ness of strangers in the night-light at the end of the tunnel of love conquers all in a day's work/ing girl/s just wanna have fun and games until someone loses an eye for an eye for detail/s upon request can be accommodated if you'd just wait a second cup of coffee house poetry in motion to dismiss. ©
A blade beneath,
concealed by the overgrowth, refusing to be washed clean of its many sins. The taste of blood & rust akin. Under the wing of decomposition; Having been in the keeping of corrosion, risen. The signs of revelation weather uncovered no tombstone for the anointed. No sigil, nor standard left to ward off the golden beast of abandoned Gods, whom poisoned the cup once they heard of the exodus returning, turned back by thirst. "Welcome! Here, I have for you freshly burnished blade. Now, before you drink, prove to me your loyalty." On honour's head is the horror. This will be violence worth viewing; Perched high with no chance at leaving evidence of perpetration on the hilt. A point of vantage that takes only one to bless as hallowed. And just one more yet to desecrate with malevolent smile and the devious steel. Self proclaimed impunity stokes the self as unmarred, but in through the eyes of others, not quite the same as before. A profane testament to the stoic and relentless resolve. Breed seething insolence, the disciplined progeny take on their father's war. Then bury the blade, until it's needed once more. © Playground zero hour of need/less to say what you mean/s to an end of the line up yours truly madly deeply in debt free trade deal or no deal with it sucks to be you can do it/'s all in the cards you're dealt a bad hand-eye coordination of benefits of a healthy relationship status quo. ©
It's your silence that makes you easy prey.
Your sunken eyes tell them that you are drained; A languid presence that you can not explain. Barely able to defend against the infection; As it sets in you can sense the acceptance. Warming halo as you conquer defeat, but, born anew, words you're forced to repeat. Until it makes you feel like, YOU. ARE. COMPLETE. Why must you congregate here? That's blood in the sand, not tears. Obliged to live in fear; Aligned with a voice you can't hear. An assault on your faith, The demon that's haunting your dreams, Is the same one you constantly blame, And ask a God to step forth and slay. By any means necessary, You'll become your worst enemy, A guarantee: one day you'll BEG. TO. LEAVE. © |
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