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Dancing With Wall Flys

I am begging you for something Why? I obviously haven’t anything to gain But why? Why do I beg of you? Who am I to amuse? Who are you to me? What am I to you? A treated being. .. Being treated by nothing alike A less than a fly On this wall That wall flies Flying walls dance Dancing flys’ wall Wall fly’s dance Dancing wall fly Eating purple gum berries Of goo Living (in) the temperature of you Eating your mind (fall) Timing your season Droning your tone With-out-live Out with (that) love Love with out Live without love ~(that)~ Life Loveless life (wall) Lifeless love (fly) Money Hate Greed Disrespect ~Disrespect greed (and) hate money~ In and out Out and in And in and out mind Space Time flies Skies fall Falling skies fly Skies fall from the sun The sun falls from the skies Moon rise ash Minds eyes falling Space sky time Me, I you all us we blind Love remains, lifeless Breath Breathe wise Take a breath in And out Breathe out and Breathe in Again-and— Breathless Repeat Cycle Cycle repeats Fall to then rise Rise to then fall Begin to be end End be to begin Why? Dancing with wall Flys’ 6-19-19

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Date: 12/22/2019 10:01:00 PM
Because the ends only justify the means when we WANT them to - intent or manipulation. I enjoyed this ... keep writing, whether you share or post or whatever or NOT ... we have a voice that only bleeds through our pen - let it sing. Blessings!
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Date: 6/20/2019 12:39:00 AM
wonderful poem; enjoyed
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Date: 8/10/2019 2:27:00 AM
Thank you very much, it was the first poem that I have actually written in a long time. I have been on s break from writing, as well as PoetrySoup of course, coming up on two whole years. Although I have made major progress with my career and family; something has been missing...I love writing. I miss the feeling I had back in 2015 and 16 and even more so in 2017.

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