The sweet aroma of baking
Blood,sweat,and tears of construction working.
Crisp clean smell of mildew upon grass.
By nightfall hounting glares are seen where not to surpass.
Door locks cranked when with rebelion comes a fighter.
Misfits found vexatious need a pschyatrist to mistreat teenagers.
Sinister visions with buds produce a sence of conspiracy.
Concealed deliquints to mask society's so called free.
Screeching train whistles and vibrating church bells make birds flee.
Harlequins tastful hue upon gardens.
Pariahs flood the streets,jubilant jousting using useless jargon.
Knifes slice arabesque dance, till morning dusk give the day a chance.
Be hostile near the weary minded for their obscene,cunning,and grim.
Hazily make way through wild oak tree with moons light dim.
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Soul Searching
PoetryForgotten thoughts and faded memories are expressed through my poems or writings. I try to make it as understanable as possible. If you have any advise then please leave a comment. If you dont like random and no spicific story to fallow then I sugge...
