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Bluelighter
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The pin prick was representative of the cowardice shown by visionaries wrapped in steel blankets
Thankless thought that wrought a plastic paperclip into a million streams of lit cornea's
'I am the one' shouted crowds of people from the rooftop's of their stray villa's
Feed the light, in spite of trite applause that keeps me numb like a metal spike at the base of my jugular
Penetrate the part of said words, until there is nothing left for them to breathe in
Ease in----slowly. With full frontal leaps I took one more step to be hoodwinked by the mask in front
Punted slowly to a camera's flash I spoke and took sips from an empty flask
Ask and grant, the past is ant's, I'm past this rant, I try but can't, but when I do I AM
Time is sand, a line in hand, define the man, or find the man, the cam-er-a then panned
And the time that's never mine, since I had died a million years before
The one I know and call a friend had sprung me from a cage I made of snow
There he plowed, and saving sounds unique to his own mouth, were all of mine in tow
Becoming part of flow had never been a strain-for all I need to know was kept in sugar cane
But, I refrain and part of me is well, i'm always seeking my own spells that leave me remnants of their hell
Sought and sold, this part of me I scold, since all of me I hold...was 'nevermind'....untold
It's been a while since I've posted here but I thought I'd give it a round for old time's sakes. I do a lot of spoken word now, and this is one of them. It's meant to be read aloud with cadence and a certain rhythm. Feedback is always welcome, I love to hear people's thoughts.
Also, hello to all my amazing friends in words! Sorry for not being very active but, I still love this place and all of you very much.
Thankless thought that wrought a plastic paperclip into a million streams of lit cornea's
'I am the one' shouted crowds of people from the rooftop's of their stray villa's
Feed the light, in spite of trite applause that keeps me numb like a metal spike at the base of my jugular
Penetrate the part of said words, until there is nothing left for them to breathe in
Ease in----slowly. With full frontal leaps I took one more step to be hoodwinked by the mask in front
Punted slowly to a camera's flash I spoke and took sips from an empty flask
Ask and grant, the past is ant's, I'm past this rant, I try but can't, but when I do I AM
Time is sand, a line in hand, define the man, or find the man, the cam-er-a then panned
And the time that's never mine, since I had died a million years before
The one I know and call a friend had sprung me from a cage I made of snow
There he plowed, and saving sounds unique to his own mouth, were all of mine in tow
Becoming part of flow had never been a strain-for all I need to know was kept in sugar cane
But, I refrain and part of me is well, i'm always seeking my own spells that leave me remnants of their hell
Sought and sold, this part of me I scold, since all of me I hold...was 'nevermind'....untold
It's been a while since I've posted here but I thought I'd give it a round for old time's sakes. I do a lot of spoken word now, and this is one of them. It's meant to be read aloud with cadence and a certain rhythm. Feedback is always welcome, I love to hear people's thoughts.
Also, hello to all my amazing friends in words! Sorry for not being very active but, I still love this place and all of you very much.
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