Nothing like stuck in a rhetoric of the be known to beget
The tragic fate of the undying mess
Of, how I am so bored ….
The sip of the mirror renders taste reminisces of the bitteresque –
Placing my hands on the typewriter as if I were playing a piano
Swimming shadows of
Totality featuring a smite of Beethoven hovering over my harmony
Simple life lessons and lives lost – all chalked up
To food for thought…. the path in which one gets large (and lost).
No one knows how it is to walk in another person’s shoes
They say “oh, I understand”
No…you really don’t
You don’t know what it’s like to hold the hand of death day after day
And you tell me you get it
Well, I’ll tell you are wrong…
Cuz you can’t get it.
As much as I want someone to take this
burden off my shoulders…it doesn’t seem to be
….oh, I don’t know what I’m doing
Finding nothing in every door….
Feel so lost and so penetrated in a blazed cloud
all to be alone
In the sea of how long
And how forgotten..I’ve become.
A meaning of whomever you are
Of the light
The mirror
And the wronged
A mention of intention
And a rendezvous of hope.
Sliced my throat
As I tried to talk
Forced to shut it down
And the mirror
I cannot look at
As I see the raindrops
Choke
On the reverence
Of the mention
Smoking flames
The going and the pangs
Lost in my moments
Circling the filters
Swimming through
The lost and the unnamed….
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