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Poetic Thoughts

Ive been distracted/
From my passion/
For too long, disastrous/
Ive been grasping/
Empty air for something static/
Trapped in/
A room, no hope for advancement/
The catch is/
I control my freedom/
I bleed so/
I no longer need to preach from/
The soap box/
I rolled off/
Im breaking away cleanly/
Believe me/
Your ingenious/
Plan was nothing but impedence/
Egregious/
Lies/
Define/
Me when Im dreaming/
So incite/
The light/
Inside/
Me and let the beast in/
Because its outside howling/
Mouthing/
Its anger stabbing/
The darkness away dousing/
The fire loudly/
You have me/
At your mercy/
The worst thing/
You could do is hurt me/
Because the burning/
Is turning/
Me into a blurry/
Eyed fiend, emerging/
From the bursting/
Carcass of the person/
Youve murdered/
Im serving/
Revenge, coldly and firstly/
Returning/
From surgery/
The birth of these/
Demons, infernal things/
A cursory/
Glance/
At the past/
Reveals the world to me/
Purging streams/
Of tears fall from my eyes inadvertedly/
Herding me/
Into your view so narrow/
Despair shows/
Its presence, but I dont care so/
Just bare those/
Ensnared folks/
Glare, choked/
Like scarecrows/
They fare no/
Better than I did, you stare, dont/
The air smoked/
Out, foggy and thickened/
Stop these well wishers/
From stalking my kinsmen/
Lost and dismissed when/
You crossed the omitted/
Knob kneed and crippled/
Cocky young kids that/
Walk free and listless/
With no semblance of conscience/
I guess we have lost it/
When the talking heads weve admonished/
Are stretching their pockets/
Ready to accept whats been offered/
Because intelligence/
Has never been/
So scarce its considered decadence/
A weapon that/
Is wielded best/
In the hands of the irreverent/
I bet that this/
Will go over your head/
Soaring and bent/
By the discord and dissent/
That was ignored while it bred/
Ive forced this attempt/
At some type of normalcy/
Imploring these/
Useful idiots to stop ignoring me/
And the morals we've/
Let wither away/
Ive splintered my faith/
And hidden from change/
All that I consider as safe/
The picture I take/
Is a bitter embrace/
Of the inner mistakes/
That we fix firm in a gaze/
That blisters with hate/
So quiver with crazed/
Eyes with insanity nascent/
Humanity's faces/
Collectively dismantle these racists/
I have to replay this/
Until I have an answer/
Until Ive mastered/
My tragic/
Desires and crafted/
A banner/
Of truth to plaster/
All over the looming cadaver/
Of our youth as weve found her/
Doomed and slathered/
With the blood of our innocence/
Hit or miss/
The souls deliverance/
Is sealed and kissed/
By the death of your ignorance/



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