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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Do you think it possible to smash stone cases with a pillow? You would be wrong because stone vases can be knocked from high places. It's the same with our facade halls of celebrity and wealth. Leaders leading death race with ungodly pace behind detached faces. Do you think it's possible to learn whats not written; deaf, dumb and without vision? You would be wrong because experience is the stern and the sandman, the precision. Educate what's must; learn to conform whilst system distrust avow. Observance not of with what, but action with gut and learning how. Do you think it's possible for a branch to fall and never hit the ground? You would be wrong because a thin slice climbs higher from whence it was found. It's the same as a babe born to the dirt, who's cry is unsatisfied. We claw for what feeds us and struggle until we've died. The impossible thing is simply an idea that weakness gave up on. The burden of guilt every person has shouldered in abject failure. Impossible is just an idea. A self imposed life story trailer. Its all a ridiculous circus of self defeating false behaviour. You can be a pawn or push back and find that you endure. It's a practice I fear; something I can't get right. Sometimes I have flow. Sometimes I lay in fear at night. I started to write with no clear thought in my pen. I am not sure what I think now or what I mused then. Maybe, I write as a reminder to myself on a different day. Convoluted advice for you, a light for my feet when I've lost the way? .....perhaps. -Angel Fatale-
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