With all that's whipping world strong,
dirt stretching literally from ground,
living things have not time for thesis song;
hell reaching capacity & pouring out,
How do mine desires remain upon mouth?
Concerns turn to consistent life bouts,
if one would make eyes blazing star,
take a pick &
produce grander route -
put energy where you're lips are,
there's something for everyone to get high with a heart.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoesieMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
