Bitten by the strike struck by the Bite. Day after day Night after night it’s cleared my site opened my eyes. What courses through my veins feels my brain and I feel no pain the poison took my insanity away made me sane. What a change ,I see the mistakes I made in the company I choose to make ,in the things from them that I take. This Corrupts my delusional state and I do what it takes now my confusion is replaced With a hypnotic dominion I have within in the knowledge of the experiences I can’t forget. As I breathe every breath in it creates my hallucinogenic trip Of the wonders from outside to in from the purity to sin. I’m distracted by the complexities of the universal myths The movements we create the risks we take. My ocean has a Maroge of land and there I stand drinking the sand, I’m confused by the misdirection in my own hand. They’re making waves ,problem is I’m destined to sink and I partake in fate. I’ve seen the greatness of the great, helped them see their Love’s and there hates always welcome to the parade and praise. Yet now I’m stuck in the elemental disaster. Trying to find the deciding factor. Subtracting the master adding the mechanical stain of the artistic game multiplying the pain with shame and gain dividing the pretentious deeds from seed to seed and the variable is me. What a mess humanity can be. What is it we need ,definitely more greed and less self-esteem no direction and lots of suicidal tendencies what a dream that would be. Sarcastic I seem agreed. I’m pissed I feel the steam from the heat ,this nightmare is a reality and I’m cut deep and bleed a murder scene. I’m fickle pickled and I feel sentimental and I see all this potential it’s being squandered its physical and mental criminal intent substitution of boring events. visioning tropical suspense. A mission of Temptation set to a climactic manifestation turn to consequence. The hindrance of my intense suspicions put me in this position. Trouble ive been ,I like the suspense awaiting my hellish innocence. Don’t give into it. Why submit to feminine resistance? Triggered my intentions. The lies are deep ,im the wolf and you’re the sheep. Countering every move stay on your feet. I’m numb you’re dumb as can be. One, two ,three ,do you see what I see. The humiliation ,now I’m prospering. Stuck in time doing mine ,every scenario Thought out every act played now. Ready to engage my Vengeful ways don’t worry you will pay. Till then ,from the past we learn the present we live in the future we plan the outcome at hand. We are all mad it sad and this is this and that’s that.
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Wicked Sickness
It came so fast we didn’t even have time to prepare for an attack. It came like a flash then before we knew it everything has changed ,Memory‘s are just a blast of a the past that we knew wasn’t gonna last. Now we’re stuck walking around with masks, bodies are piling up fast. We never even anticipated the crash, just to be a little vague it’s almost like a brand new plague coming down to incinerate what was the trash and maybe make us learn from the past. Mabey we can fix the mistakes that we made or is it too late who’s to say, I hate to say. We just need to grasp on to a future that’s gonna last. Our Guidance was off all for what cost The inevitable has brought us to this feeling of distraught. Caught up in this poison this virus This plague what a waste what a waste now take haste and take heed and forget about all the greed and pride that we don’t need. All these suffering self-esteem‘s all these lost dreams all these tossed down schemes. This demonstration has put us on a new destination and I’ve been evaluating this stimulating incriminating temptation of seduction and all this corruption what an assumption. What is our major Malfunction, Visions abroad were the wrong visions that were sought, We just need one pure thought. With the spilt milk keeping us distracted and we were distracted by our thoughts the roots of evil were brought, our souls were bought, Caught up in everything we wanted not looking at what we got. Grass is always greener on the other side, but it’s not. Now the lessons we are going to be taught. We’re on the front lines we’re all waiting for the divine are questions have all been forgot, maybe it’s a good time now we need to find a valuable future. A Destination that’s mature and I’m sure that we all are just waiting for the cure not just for the pandemic but for the past mistakes that we made. Shame shame who’s to blame it was never a game and what we did was drive ourselves insane and put ourselves through pain. No valuable gain no refrain and everyone Wild no one being tamed it’s definitely not the same and in this moment no one is looking for the fame. The hesitations are even in our conversations all this segregation all these drawn out manifestations. I bid you salutations, all this useless information, tormented demonstrations. There’s a killer out there on the hunt let’s just be blunt if we don’t Triumph then inevitably we will be lunch just a hunch. Its all just a bunch of minuscule runts a enemy we can’t even use our guns. What’s so alarming is normally we win with numbers unite we stand separated we fall but it’s quite the opposite for this battle for us all because if we unite then we run the risk of catching this pandemic death and yes death is what it brings with. Lets all make a wish and stick with fixing all of this. Lets not forget remind ourselves of what we did and how close we came to the end. Let’s not be hypocrites and work out our hypothesis. Lets all pray to our gods and goddesses and then go ahead and hold my beer and watch this. Lets all throw fit because it’s a trip what do we atone for. Was the out of proportion blown. Give me a second trying to find my lost buried bone. Honing in roaming again startled you shouldn’t have been no fear we will win. It may look grim we just need to trim the brim of our exclusive hindrance. Lets be a little generous And just give a little tenderness get back to the center of all of this. Take a good look we know the answers we have the questions and in the end what I see is this top of the hill us again we win.
By Chris Montray’s Bent Logic5 years ago in Poets
You do it because you have to
There comes a point in every ascent when you realize not everyone is meant to rise with you. It is not cruelty. It is not abandonment. It is simply the truth of altitude: some people cannot breathe where you are going. Some people cannot tolerate the clarity you’ve earned. Some people cannot follow you into a life that no longer requires your disappearance.
By Elisa Wontorcik6 days ago in Poets
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