when is this time, lost forgotten
souls missing misplaced among monsters missing men
forever begotten by beraved bretheren and best friends
however we move forward if only to wind up behind
what it is we knew is no longer known
but instead we learn from the future
the past long forgotten
it is not that which we know
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the need to ramble rant and rave is ravaging my mind
a retina that wont look up, cant be phazed
and said it could be great or terrible
scotch prevails, fights forward in the mind
in the trees i find ease
need for snow is more than ever
winter is coming
but far to slow
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writing has no home in this mind but mine seems empty of words i long to say, prayers to preach, not of god or heaven or hell. no devil no demon, no angel or seraph, pray for better times, for connected minds, trouble with no crimes and in the end find time.
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thought for thought we have fought for better sounds to astound your frontal lobe like access to the globe in nothing more than a robe in your bedroom or bathroom find sense and earn cents, take care of pennies to lead them to the pounds where dogs can be found rabid from daydreams of chasing rabbits a habit hard broken like words unspoken i must be joking or toking, but no just drunken with bad music for a background and a tired and worn mind, be kind.
three spaces
a break
in reality
no truth to be found
words lost amongst themselves
[dele]
no poetry but a broken soul
missing pieces of the unknown
and if you know when
let me know.
