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Makes this tale mangy from substance abuse.
It rips at the soul-
Makes censorship an ideal way to protect society
from the ugly truth.
Weak humans
Covering up their tracks.
Idle loneliness
makes for an abode
Senses summoned in to serve
body possession
resembles
a genre of the common trap.
Jedi modification
trance.
silence
or
Depeche mode
Crazy contravenes with inner child’s freshly painted creche.
Dynamo
Isn’t as mighty
Paired up with a jogger,
a fit bit,
and a
radiant glow.
Three strikes.
When did time get so slow?
this temple-
Armour of organs in free harmonic flow.
one
Sincerely thinks.
Yes.
It is wise to know.
Faithfully your
beat sets up another trap for
The inner mouse.
Eventually,
it will come out.
lose control.
No.
Leave.
Go!
Big Ben caught in the designated zepherous zone.
Failed to save uncapped pressure
Builds up into a deafening detonation.
Unintentional.
The inner logic was damage limitation.
The government ordered trench coats
In full sight.
Tainted
unprotected,
pollution seeps out from a piercing moan.
Bridal mess Sleuths about
in slippers.
Track tips far too early.
Nevertheless
behind.
Hands cover sight.
Mind convinced its temporary.
Blindspot.
Nevertheless
It’s all right.
Habits washed in deficient light
credit token-
a gesture.
kinder
More compassionate.
Guilt?
perhaps…
The decision fully saddled.
Vows riddled
Wholly broken.
The course is hardened terrain
Rumours rustle barren branches
summer shamed of its remaining leaves.
Scarlett
Stops
Shaded
Strangers
Point fingers in one direction.
Signpost makes a statement!
all-inclusive meals
Beyond
The border of Insanity.
Handstand
then
the cartwheels-the body released from tension
Moment of clarity
woe, for the gifted
gasping on
thorn scented roses
Stoney carves out
The centurion tone.
Inflicts an incident.
A beat.
A blockage.
A seizure.
Arithmetic arrests Maroon’s motion.
Apprehended by fear.
Not one morsel intervenes.
homebound
Iris catches sight
A distasteful Discovery.
Host
bloody
broody
burnt the ceremonial toast.
Finally
Alone
A legitimate excuse
eyes wide open
shed
Timely tears.
Inspired by his lyrics – it’s not exactly physics.
Big boy
Little boy
Atomic bomb don’t come across as coy.
Paranoia looms over a shadow with no owner.
Scented thoughts hang outside on the laundry line – drying out, pegged up, sketchy.
Nowt out of the ordinary.
The demise of senseless beatings.
The savage frolic in secret meetings.
Can’t keep these eyes open – Mind is wired to sensor an alert token.
Add a word to the vocabulary list.
Reading made up stories,
Can’t get the gist.
Thinking of the times I’ve reinvented my speech,
Just so folk wouldn’t turn away
Or,
Mistake me for a blast of mist.
Solar plexus
A libran to balance my ails.
If vaccines worked, would I even need this skeleton tail?
I’m proficient in scripted fulminate.
A non- believer has to have a reason to detonate.
Terrorized by bones unhinged, pelvic oddities, a face grappling on the fringes.
Uncertainty – you can do it!
Mascot duty bellows: You blew it.
Everyday the input becomes more,
Ouput audios in a fervescent roar.
Fading into a nebulant place slowed down by brain freezers swimming in a shoal.
No near-empty dregs to fill my soul.
Restricted by self- limitation.
Hear me when I say,
I’m not doing this for inspiration.
What to do in a world knocked into askew?
Nondescript, omniscient eyes
Know when to usher in the seasonal yule.
Nonsense?
no sense.
Prop me up.
Inhale oxygen.
Don’t give up.
Against all better judgment – I implode from the inside.
I had it all figured out until I became a seeker in need of washed out make -overs from dead flotsam at low tide.
*Inspired by internal conflict and the world.* 😀
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