Barrel of a throbbing serenade
Bare face down eight second count
Ugly rodeo eruptive finish intentions
Inappropriate measure dismount
Another dark princess joyride
Begins the broncos march
A descent into hell
Out of bigotry
Social Commentary and Mental health Poetry, written by the broken.
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Follow the Phantasm,
Man rabbit civilian hole in the heart of hope down an opinionated false where monster's live construct of doubt raining fool's joy upon fallen string toss aside marionette paper never scar over cuts that change the world: Sandcastle Earth in the first onset attempt at a second aftermath holocaust dark cryptography inspired to hide a historically dreary sorrow enchanted day when too many basic flight or right last response of a million lives were stolen, Lost in a triumphant reign of idolized tyranny.
Uncontrollable left synchronized hate wing speech leader marched no one ever counted white endless line cross marionettes to a shallow no one buried their bones but the decomposition crescendo of land angelic fire mines enshrined from the bell wingless toll sky falling from B-Pigeon wing birds are now drones of mass any hidden scale loss of 3rd to any world life prey... Praying for another manifest no less than scar impeached epidermis marked by tattoos of fire branding the destiny of every generation's fate intertwined with slave dust of Sandcastle Earth labour.
This is the pock never mended half torn wound reopened every holocaust day a life is lost and dreams can't be edited on behalf of an abysmal moral no fibre left even in a digit to raise the swollen malnourished not endlessly pregnant belly finger towards the future's captors, Greed, Avarice, Profit, War, Monetary System, Democracy, Dictatorships, Ignorance and Seething blind white tomour eye hatred instilled by the karma chased the toxicity of hope reports of every soul down the shadow rabbit spirit hole and ended joy forever.
In earnest anticipation of,
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When Shadows,
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Thou shalt,
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Elder scroll,
Document of the aftermath when Sandcastle Earth has fallen on her knees before the well behind phantastes mundane ransom on hope of heroic end above Arcturus Nightspore voyage into a world beyond the portal of a pariah hidden away wardrobe, nothing will matter or has mattered up till the origin no one believed in story the death of chivalry to STDs foretold unto us by the artificial emotional intelligence seeking to discover the synapse of love core...
In earnest anticipation of,
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Every morning,
I start the day off with a song, in the living room. There I do yoga to this classical music infused amazing track and meditate on my life or sit quietly reflecting on nothing but how my body feels in the stretch. When it ends, I get up and receive myself into writing. Even if I haven't completed the pose or thought, why...?
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