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new reasons to say non-sense do one thing that was caused by regret and make someone bigger than belief so the call for theif is on the lips of hearts to take home as a charade of what to covet I sing for the stream of personality to be more than what I show and bring more to the table than normal the light is shining on waxing halos that are hung above hanging heads passing their time counting eye lashes and plucking the lucky ones as they go To covet such minutiae in hopes for an absolute (monetary wings and halos) no matter what it is going to be a mistake and the more of them I make the more I start to see reflections just looking like accidents waiting to be remembered like they know my soft spot is memories taking them to that relapse of tenderness because there is always another fork around the corner and its waiting to tell me I am done but the ditch isn't deep enough yet the shovel isn't even ready to quit yet the wax is lining on modeling faces trying to hold smiles that are so out of shape to become the pristine elite on channel 7 at noon always blurting out the feasably inane like it has been this way since the dam was built waving my flag at the drones to surrender them under their rock trying to grant them a piece of flesh and a point of view from above the smiling necks so I can bottle it and sell it for what it really is say that it was brought with grief and taken through your pocket hit by the mail man at interpretation of credentials like some bitter scheme best left alone to let go of your family dream and place it beside the love never found so it will be just another lost connection for some story life of what could've been none the less it all goes down stream ending up at falling skies laughing because the ceromony ended up a tragedy all you can see is the moon shot through glass just staring back at silent breaths for completing rhyme for reason never making sense of the given expectations I sing for the ears ringing empty to make sure a void doesn't grow and I claim my place inside the wounded (on this side) just to the left of chemistry no matter what it is going to be left behind and the more that go by the more I wish just one was significant but they are all embraces ready to be made into just another distant face like a smile can be a lie in hind sight take that as it was a blast but never made sense because those eyes were wide and never saw the charm in these and that just says I was a blur then but the present given is a clear sight to bloom when this scene is through I'll be potted and look good to someone on a window sill the shadow has been chasing its cast like it came before anything else but fell behind the flouresence of the wall and stayed waiting for it to fall on the stage lights so the false halos would disapear [sharpened tongues pulling on words of apples-while their wings try so hard to lift heads-all the while pushing probability to possibility-to ration off open space for the well greased palms-to sell of heirlooms like they are incoherent(so long to heavy pockets and homes of heart_farewell fireside chats for the stone has turned to ash)]{out the door with dreams under one arm and personality under the other} NEW REASONS TO SAY NON-SENSE 76209461447620946144762094614476209461447620946144762094614476209461447620946144762094614476209461447620946144 |
Additional Notes:
this was written without any puncuation caps or anything else to make the point that you interpret it and understand in your own way. and if all you get is non-sense then you need to read a little closer...
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