Fill me up with the breath of life
Invent my creation if the moment is right
Copy my flesh, reproduce the mind
Leave it at that; watch the revolutions
Let me meander the path of your anima
This is a purported heaven like earth.
To skies i find were your meddling
Answer my prayers
Pray that I'm answered
My entirety from skulls to soul
Let us play hell in this earthy creation
Let the fables and my people go.
Grow beyond the flesh.
In the fabled Claydium
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
