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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The winds hands rush through the only standing blades; already scared and weak from the dazed brains that trampled them. And where do these wandered heads bop up and down too? gliding through cutting wind that only pierce their skin, but the hallucinogen sounds they make, crack their minds enough were if you were to peer in, you could view the innocence that was once made long ago slowly growing more into fear. Why does youth yell bliss of ignorance? Because all the little children playing gleefully on the hill, don't know under is decomposing creatures that were once their neighbors dog, uncles cat, or teachers lonely love bird...Yet laughter escalates with every soft felt earth, beneath those unscathed chubby toes. But oh no, let there not be a sharp edge of unknown ready to scalpel that young flesh; see how quickly how innocence bliss; ignorance, for not knowing the causes of pain; turns into fear. Fear, fear, fear...to be blind could be very comfortable or very scary. So scary that you turn to something that is not visible to your family or yourself. Turns you, that the person that gleefully lays next to you on a towel on a tile floor( because you didn't have enough for the bed quite yet), would rather stand out and stare to figure more of nothing of the inner loath of self that has collapsed in view around you. Powerful is ignorance. Ignorance is powerful. Like these heads with empty minds that tread these hollowed darkened nights, they know that they could be surrounded by black velvet knives, but ignorance keeps them marching. Not knowing that death could be a strands reach, keeps them bliss....but also not knowing when will they ever return to the drunken fathers that they left, the smoking mothers that they warned, the young lover that they shared or the younger brother that they smacked...gives them fear. The wind will be the only one to guide 'em, driving them slowly, caressing their hand with soft gusts, whispering about the day might bring if they trust. And like a lady of the night disappear; as she walks away in her seductive sway, leave them already paying her without agreement on their behalf, but once again, they shall band. They shall ignore. And they shall keep on walking.
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