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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Brass balls & eyes with a sliver of sin Hence, where do I even bother to begin? In fragmentation out on its desolate isle We will know all the more in a great while In sesation we get desperate & loneliness sets in Enflamed by passion from within Marked on its blotted page yet clearly intact Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack Today I want to soar to a place that is much better then before Some our eager to contemplate history The final line embraced in eager desire Through a barrage of misrepresentation Yet still today I long to soar to a place That is much better then before To embrace the inner swell of pain While the entire world outside is totally insane Through a closed window Yet for the moment only one can speculate Through the closed window one can barely see A very vibrant yet different way of a reality In swift decisions that must be made In a painful thrust & shortness of breath Most only tap into a very small portion of brain Through a closed window one can barely see In some sorted variation in a dream We then wander aimlessly as in some nomadic tribesmen In desperation flirting with fire in the brain In pillaged torn rhetoric decorum Through a closed window One can claim an inner sense of hidden solitude We are all in the same cage here Why do the guilty go free? Why do the heathen rage? Why does the sun still shine? As painted faces lost in time Were all in the same cage here? It's just I want to know How a most beautiful flower does grow Through its frolic ambiance to unfold In heights of soaring tears in sight Still the river still flows out in some peaceful sway Within tempers on fire yet still some ardent desire A pilgrims process one can claim It is so good to know that I'm still in the game!
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