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No title Pale green and blue twilight juxtaposed by the high rising towers of man Wavering in my perception of what has been an endless day What stands before me what I see is a door of trans-dimensional proportions enhanced by adrenaline endorphins Allowing me to travel to places untold Just like in Dune, I’m folding space and time around me flowing like a beam of light flying right though a vacuum Can’t stop the beatbox words coming from my head like Captain Crunch on sourdough french bread Alone the night surrounds me the autum leaves fall in an amazing wash of colors each leaf like no other, as I drift in and out of the shadows Wondering if it’s all my delusional dream Thoughts displaced by a scream does she really think it will stop the monsters of the night? Continuing on through the city plastic and neon foggy night streetlights call girls on the corner looking for a ride can’t hide the shame on their faces as I walk by judgement in unforgiving eyes, and I feel sorry for them It’s cold this time of year and those without homes huddle round fire-barrels for warmth I pass the wrinkled brown bag with them and give them a dollar Using my skills of disguise to blend in with people whom I have nothing in common, save my humanity... Oh humanity, where have you gone as those who suffer carry on I choose to follow through on my path Tonight, one of my quests for vision but I still don’t know if I can make a difference, or suffer from delusions of grander We need a plan to help these people So now I’m sitting with my best friend cigarette pondering and pontificating the things of the world or possibly just my naval, Forgetting my stream gotta get back on the scene to the moral of tonight’s lesson some people are blessed while others well, we know about the others In this haze I feel like a ghost |
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