panic in paradise
Bluelighter
a poem:bones marrow. pt 1
i don't believe in karma,
but feel these lessons we must learn,
are taught hard.
discipline is sought uniquely, discipline is what we feel we own.
as fragile and carrying as a birds bone;
a hallow wish; ours to own.
it carries us where our instincts lead,
to the fields shared, or our empty, vast
fields of greed.
long lasting is who's..?
these fears are yours alone;
your fears,
are the substance,
thee marrow of your own.
far distant are the wishes of our days,
yet in the same fields we settle to graze.
with such haste,
we eat spitefully,
but when strength is its strongest,
all together
we are natures praise.
our wings aloft will help each other raise;
with the warming winds; into the warmer days.
this is really rough, but me likes...
it just needs some time on the mind.
i don't believe in karma,
but feel these lessons we must learn,
are taught hard.
discipline is sought uniquely, discipline is what we feel we own.
as fragile and carrying as a birds bone;
a hallow wish; ours to own.
it carries us where our instincts lead,
to the fields shared, or our empty, vast
fields of greed.
long lasting is who's..?
these fears are yours alone;
your fears,
are the substance,
thee marrow of your own.
far distant are the wishes of our days,
yet in the same fields we settle to graze.
with such haste,
we eat spitefully,
but when strength is its strongest,
all together
we are natures praise.
our wings aloft will help each other raise;
with the warming winds; into the warmer days.
this is really rough, but me likes...
it just needs some time on the mind.
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this!