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Berlinlight

Written early hours of a morning in Berlin

By Celious BlancPublished 7 years ago 2 min read

Waking up

With the Berlin light

Sets such a sight

Upon the height

Of the buildings, deceiving

Architectural history bleeding

What a plight to be in the here and now

Feeling it all now

And you gotta trust what's right

And you gotta feel the might

Of the energy the night

Sparks upon the gentle bite

Set aside and stepped up like a beacon

Shining can I get a rhyme and can I

Feel the beat, the heat of time

That takes me back to when we

Were meant to meet

How fleeting was that moment, stoners

Caught up in the flow the show

Gotta get up and go

Until you know you show, don't let it go

Just eat the ebb and flow for breakfast, lunch and dinner

Cause you're a winner, a grinner,

Not too much of a sinner

But doesn't mean your choices had substance,

A never ending love trance

Caught up in the hip hop fun dance

Who did you think you were,

You never even liked hip hop

Don't stop, just keep rocking

Like the rock 'n' rollers

Keep your steep set up upon the crystal shoulder

Told you once, told you twice, don't forget my might

Might as well step aside and push aside

Those unwanted entities,

It's felt, it's entropy

Don't step aside, just squash the uninvited

Kill the empty hollow of what you don't even like

And just because it was written but never said

Unforgiven, never carved in that stone

You paid so much for

Fuck it, forget it

Effervescent and untold

You're so cold

Don't give me the cold shoulder

Take a second, bring it backwards

Up in the over turned language

Unto which you teach your dialect

So bespoken, so unbroken

Overworked and underpaid

What a jaded intellect

Before you introspect

The token, the motion

Set aside like a lava lamp, unspoken

Were the words that you thought could describe

The tribe you're a vibe

Fuck off into the light for all I care

I'm not there, can you guess who I am

With these glasses on,

Can you even see?

How it's meant to be?

How we are all to be?

Fuck you and your masses

The lot of you are just embarrassing

Everything we've worked towards

Such a violent stand towards

The end and the beginning

Who's sinning again?

And who's beginning?

You tell me, what I ought to be

dot dot dot

Who I'm meant to be

and a dot dot dot

Peace.

social commentary

About the Creator

Celious Blanc

a poet since birth

running in the wind

head in the stars

soul in my eyes

a contradiction of emotion

an abstract perception

an involuntary whisper

a shadow in the light.

@celiousblanc

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