There isn't,
Another troublesome aimlessly dust lost wilderness day where the memory ache of my heart doesn't for a unity untied blissful retained disavowed my hope day, grow colder... For in the tangible applause of my black irrelevant dreams of unrememberable sheep ambitions unrealized behind the vale of acid toxic blood level white prison wall inducted by prescription the gaurdians of my malignant of intention depressed no vaccine possible lest I perish wondrously behind it... Tears, falling upon silver water pock stain marked trays that hold everything but a promise of hope.
In lieu of our participation in,
Locking up our wounded children
To hide from responsibility & acceptance
Saturday, November 15, 2014
What was never is... A Random Caged Banter
Posted by The Villain at 12:00 AM
Labels: Algorithymns , Algorithymns Poetry , Juton , Mental Health , Micropoetry , Poetry , Social Stigma , Spoken Word , Spoken Word University , Villain of Truth , Villainoftruth , Villainous Times
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