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Feeling the soft, thick cotton
Upon my firm foundation This bottom is solid Do not be fooled by the twinkle in my eye Like this: Like Loading...
Sheep in wolves’ clothing
Alone in the natural spirals
A delicate peace teetering
In a time when hate’s gone viral
A profound wilderness
With the Shepherd long forsaken
Truth & reason at risk
With Faith’s foundations shaken
Does compassion still exist
Love faltering/dreams now monochrome
The Devil removing his mask
Once he’s comfortably at home
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Opposing dialects of the same depression
Feeling callow when we don’t commiserate
Paperback blues of a notorious sort
You got paid, but that won’t always encapsulate
Strike out to find something foundational
Charms of something more eternal than gold
Words are hollow if not properly digested
Cling to this disjointed life, if you be so bold Like this: Like Loading...
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Trying to overcome an existential crisis
Harking back to those foundational years Emerging out of my own wounded shadow Striving headlong into those ancient fears
Transitionally limping along these days But my injuries aren’t those to be seen Nor the stretch marks upon my soul Yearning for the notion of becoming clean Throughout it all, forever fond of the Blonde Woman, hold me close to your breast Tell me this life is going to be all right That together, entangled; we’ll always be blessed Like this: Like Loading...
Can we puncture our transcendent eyes
Feeling fantasies no one can understand
Trapped behind responsibility & expectation
Failing to grasp foundations as we planned
The difference in our souls transmit
Expounded by the beatings of our hearts
Revolutions begin when the cerebral are tired
But their might will never sever our parts
You cannot be weak if you’re truly weird
There’s no time for the molecules to rearrange
These burdens of an unimaginative society
Simply cannot fathom the depth of how you’re strange Like this: Like Loading...
I’m not feeling strong these days
With my soul in traction
Weakness seems to manifest itself
Sustaining a chain reaction
I’m not feeling invincible anymore
With my heart on the gallows block
Life can crush your spirit
While we’re busy serving the clock
I’m not feeling perfect, quite honestly
But I know there’s toughness somewhere
Upon a solid foundation I shall rise
With a firm grip on love & a fist in the air Like this: Like Loading...
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The standard deviation
Accepting less than the whole Which tense to be clarified Upon the foundation of the soul There shall be no more revisions Therefore we must make do The flaws shall be cherished Extracting love between me & you Like this: Like Loading...
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Chiseled words are never all that permanent
For we can be reincarnated as a muse
Awakening creation scribbled in the margins
Foundational folly that we might instinctively use Like this: Like Loading...
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I don’t need all that chaos
I’m content with simple taste
Up early in the morning
To ensure the day isn’t a waste
A prayer, a pen & a book
Foundations to a solid grin
Society can’t take it from me
In control as the world spins Like this: Like Loading...
The clouds descend upon us
Stress compounding at this time of year Getting darker as the days build Waxing upon the fruition of fear
This world is a bloody hell
A disaster proven before the ink dries Scorn for a distant foundation Futility in which all hope slowly dies
The darkness returns
Looking for a story to wryly begin Miscommunications falter & I wade through my vermouth & gin
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