Piercing Words Poet Concrete

Open Windows and Closed Blinds

Ernie oh look his early,
I see him through the window!
And so many paths but one self;
to reach the top its a head-shot,
Come and see, hallows on the streets:
Ghosts need to "cross" over!
Whoa! Light so hard to find when you- 
been living in the dark for centuries,
Mummies miss there living babies!
So they coming, soul crying...
Yeah... yeah... yeah...!

"But we not the bad guys
Just the opposite side fighting the war"
What ever that means,
Its a struggle to survive, yet we fight 
"Fight for what we believe in"
What ever that means, bloodshed:
Weapons are sold and billions are made 
Boom! lives lost: those are the building 
blocks for the next phase, 
from the foundation to the roof
its a design: So they hire architects and masons!
Whoa...

Grandfathers and grandmothers 
Owning lodges...
To grand-masters, dwelling in lounge's 
Opening blinds to see through windows To get in, 
remove all head gear!
Mind cleansed and its vivid like 
Those colours in the 5th dimension:
We all have angles and I'm drawing a circle,
Protection first and satisfaction last
Out the door...!
So I cover my head, eyes unfolded 
As I walk in this straight path.

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