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stiring
springing az the stressed
sights uv street signs
sounds uv sirens
straight jacket strong
*though i fit the alliteration'z title
here to suit mine eccentric(artistic license),
i'll mention: psyhcogenic movement iz a rare
neurologic disease characterized by the
manifestation of an underlying psychiatric
illness.
inexpressible longings
stirrings of breezes
tunes drifting on the currents, through my window
with the scent of the ionized nitrogen lighting air
and clouds, light and whispy, radient gradients of color playing between
oh, how i long to be alive again
to be alive some more
more life
always and ever, my cry
more life, more life
the music is overwhelming me
with its beauty and gravity
and chemical peace transmitted neurologic
blood currents
the pain and fear and horror of being
the promise and hope
that faith portends
my body, my flesh
craving, lusting
burning
this fire is ever present
the fire of the spirit
is ever present
longing, begging, screaming
life
more life
Adolescent apparitions aquiring apathy.
Beaten bloody, broken, battered belligerently.
Crystal clear causes craving compassion consistantly.
Domimating demons drive desire diligently.
Even emitting echos escape everyones empathy.
Forgeting fatalities frantically follow fiends.
Generally generating graditude gracegully.
Halos hover hypcritical heads hypothetically.
Insolence, ignorance, imbecilic inconsistanties.
Judging juvenal jailbait joyusly, jokingly.
Killing kidness, kidnapping kidlike kings.
Losing leverage, life losing legability.
Man made mongrels, making me more menacingly.
Neurologic nights not needed normally.
Opposing open optimistic opportunities.
Picture perfect prizes, patronized pathetically
Queens quit quickly, quiting quite quietly.
Raging riots, rights read repeatedly
Strategically striking systematic serenity.
Tactical tarrifs terminated typically, thoroughly
Unread universes underestimated universally
Versatile villgers vacated vicously
World wide warfare, wrathful, who's winning?
X-negotiating
Zapping zillions zelously.
So many have intelligence, or acknowledgement,
Who amongst us has the right, to set judgment?
One thought, shall not, make any major logic.
Sanity or insanity, which would be neurologic,
Ones intentions are the true real only sense.
Objects, desires and finished plans, keep suspense.
To reason about truth, is set forth in the mind.
To reason about falsehoods, are definitely unkind.
Each of us has turmoil, traveling with us each day.
Our choices, we make always carried upon the way.
Comprehension of what is right or wrong, our impasse,
Upon our decisions that we make, drives what we amass,
So therefore, reason is the season of mankind’s soul.
What we openly see, what is blindly found the goal?
written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson
Contest Name The Voice Of Reason
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