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| crowded and clouded a place can become
i might decide, drama and asthma can be tiresome
change is the only thing constant they say
change might just be an option on the tray
lets pick and choose out of a bunch
where to evacuate and serve more wordy punch
excuse my ridiculous rhyming
i hope my news is at good timing
your access might be clogged for a good reason
but some typa anticoagulant may come in this season
know i'll just be around on the web
somewhere else, forming phrases and sentences daring not ebb
alias alike one might expect
seek and one may find a network to connect
before i close this book
id like to say Thank You
to all friends who yielded non-judgmental look
to all silent readers, for your time and ears
to all the judgmental, for lessons learned of strength and no fears.
xanga, put my past in a passworded lock
i trust you with my life not to mock
gratitude i pour.
ill see you around for sure.
Forgive.Love.Live.
peace, baby. | | |
| a glance of a distant past,
a sight of the atrocious reality
brings a blank stare
uncertain to what the heart dictates
tears that do not speak of sadness nor regret,
not of anger, not hatred, not pity, not happiness
if not these, what then?
peace - might just be the ultimate destination.
pursue it.
but how?
abhorred by another for claiming esteem
demise of all inspirations
turn and stumble to an alley of never-remember
a path to possible pseudo placidity
in substitution to the laborious genuine route
the brain unconsciously chooses what requires the least effort
hypnotized by mortal beauty
gradually wasting, but still learning
contemplating what mistakes need correction
right from wrong, if it exists
yearning for a desire of Grace, a miracle
the exploration continues.
nonetheless, content.
just content. | | |
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