Kings and kins apart,
above dunes and dramas,
I shall dwell,
away from the land of forlorn hope,
with a soul set free.
Down the drains,
trails away my dreams,
I shall wave away,
the expectations and reality,
with a soul set free.
A melting smoke of a heart,
breathes of nothing but baloney,
but a frozen mist of a brain,
lives of nothing but adept beauty,
so I shall be by,
with a soul set free.
That be of us,
of not the contended but the condemned,
of not the cool but the uncool,
left for the carcass of crimes,
by the 'pure', 'guileless' mass,
Oh how selcouth of such purity!
"I'm scarred, damned"
So I shall part, till,
that right, light day
of the contended and condemned
of the cool and uncool
shall be of equity.
So I say my adieu,
to my once amigos,
with a soul set free.
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Emotional cripple
Poetry"Is that paint on your lips?" they ask. • • • • • "Yes, the paint of my tainted soul," she say. -A collection of free style poems-
