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Comes at you with fists and licks Turns spirals around heads that make you sick I've seen this before- Once before I've seen this Been it pure from the waist to the fingertips Makes strikes propel at an instant Runs for blocks at rapid speeds for a distance Turns mortal men into mere meek witnesses- That bare no righteous resemblance Pours knowledge into minds like liquid Can't be trumped, copied or mimicked This thing near casualty when embraced or finished But I am here to speak in profound sentence To speak it in air till it shakes and quivers Makes goodness barren of right and reason Makes badness sour at its plum till weakened Because I've had enough of people not showing up when intended Sick and tired of showing up while my efforts go unreciprocated So, I tire easy I retire willingly To escape this growing, manic hostility That shows no signs of ending.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/14/2013 3:01:00 PM
"So, I tire easy I retire willingly To escape this growing, manic hostility That shows no signs of ending." My favorite part of this poem!
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Date: 1/1/2013 10:37:00 AM
Welcome to soup, an excellent write. With a bang up ending too! Light & Love
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