tremendous impacts
the words of labor
become mainstream sugar cube
swept from initial feelings
taken by abuse and ping times
never did you exist….
just dreaded and dreamt of
melancholy a sweetness of desperation
labyrinth of the hurting
should we go on entertaining
the death, are we going to far?
not to notice the starving, decadent
kissing men in modern legalities
organize the unions of hate
solve nothing but create
uncanny comprehensions
perception distorted depressions
breathe in the confusion
we drown in dust and aluminum
get into the rhythm of disobedience
poetic verse speaks soft, selling you
the nonsense and flaccid connotations
wrought of iron, strength of the fire
whispers to my killer
as I step off the ledge
pale fingers touching simple treats
pallid in twilight gasping, grasping
I retreat
Good writing, I love it!
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Thank you 😀
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Awesome rhythm. Loved this.
I have to mention the redhead. Wow. That is all. Lol reminds me of someone I’m fond of.
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Thanks Ward. I’m partial to the reds, being a ginger and all
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I’m just partial to beauty. And her. But mostly, the image of my friend
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I like beauty, beautiful is good 😀
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OldePunk/RamJet Poetry
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