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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hours of Minutes Hours of minutes rush by as my focus turns time into a bullet shooting the mind holding onto what I can clutching the unknown till I have only myself and what I am unsure of. I try to figure out the reason of life but life dosent answer. The silence is loud enough for questions to be understood by those who ask if you heard anything. The echo of straight travel is independent keeping its sound one solo gleaming adventure at a time assuring that you get one chance in history. My options are limitless as hours of minutes clock I can talk if you’ll listen my thoughts spill like paint brightening your day filling your path with the spectrum of radiant hope I emit, now appreciating the finer things in life. Trust is built then destroyed upon wreckless impact breaking solid gold relationships like needles injecting sin like traits upon its victims….revenge is born as hours of minutes bleed I live to see the day when change is physical, and I am the product of new order governed by either man…will destroy its self mad from disease and money….or nature…. will hatch its own shell and feel the energy that she has so graciously coated us with over the years, soak into her essence. Let life be reborn as hours of minutes evolve. I listen to the stars from the underground where I yell at the panic of man to calm this blade of chaos cutting killing those who are armed with natures weapons cuffed from the ability to use them wisely. Hours of minutes lock my thoughts into a stream of insanity travelling to radical change from knowledge of the questions once asked now answered fills my mind with the extasy of peace and passion to progress go to bed universal child as hours of minutes sleep. The stigma that we have selfishly gifted history and our mothers with will burn our accomplishments for the good is easily overlooked where the harsh actions are radiant. sky night miracle bright man made destruction coats holy like beams of natural light which at once we gripped as our sword of triumph to defeat the wicked ways of the unknown. As hours of minutes pass we find ourselves.
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