Torrential rain
crying twisted steel
glass scars of pooled
blood upon my hands
Harpoon upon my heart
Pocket of posies
Gerananiums and allysium too.
Garden of tiki lights
To twinkle in the night.
Wind chimes of percussion celestial
And a grocery or two...
Filling thyme with harmonious things.
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When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men & women stand as a vanguard against abuse.
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When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men & women stand as a vanguard against abuse.
Siamese eggs hatch together in the millions forming an army against the chicken that laid them. The nest of eggshells is thought to have fossilized on film for the library. Bloated books lacking in speech drown out the fish with turning pages. Flipping through their time you can allways go back.
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When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men & women stand as a vanguard against abuse.
Sirens running rampant as cops circle my head...lights flashing like lightning lighting up the ceiling...hand cuffed gloves lie dormant in their cell...prisons built around my socks choking off freedom...in the end I transcend leaving them with their jail.