“This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper”
(T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men)
I guess the version of a bang
Is far more real, than the whimper’s
The hollow men and their gang
Are going to set the new clear winter
They'll get their long-desired perfection
In comforts of the underground
Believers will enjoy ascension
And all the rest will face the ground
Inhale the poisoned air and see
It’s late to cry when you get split
So whimpers time is now, shall we
Join their choir, or just leave it?
Scar tissue, birthmarks, happy times, and grief
Corrugate man’s brain, a coral motif
Emotions, synapses, signals unknown
Grotesque in nature, splits open when stoned
Still pictures emerge, filling us with dread
Trompe loeil jumps out, turning confused heads
A lasting impression, one little glimpse
Stare any longer, de-evolve back to chimps
Forthright altruism’s meaningful and straight
Love of people dilutes, when mixing faiths
Right angles on a cross, drew germane taste
Master race had its day, now laid to waste
New clear experience, turns sand to glass
Quartz for the reaper, forms in mushroom gas
Colliding atoms, there’s no other way
His sky vaporised, man sure seized the day
drip drip drip drip-feed of life ~ wait a gush all we needed was a knife
The paranoia you caused me triggered a change in my character my personality adapted to certain ways that weren't planned for and when challenged I latched on which created imbalancement with a chain reaction generating new clear embarrassment
Im channeling this energy you tried to erase taking the brace off the back that has carried it's weight
Im removing the scaffolding that's stood there in place establishing strength that stabalised the breakages we happened to face
While crafting our fate creating our demise manufacturing frames of mind causing brain damage and shakes and when I rewind it reminds me not get at it again I had some self restraint then when in that fragile state I backed away swearing I would never go back again
That's how I can stand here today explaining some issues because I love to hate you and f#**ing hate to miss you
Doesn't mean I wanna kiss you I ain't reconsidering distance because there isn't a chance of rekindling our spirits I'm just clearing up a few things like the source of interference after a years worth of disconnection because I don't wanna a see a fool in the mirror when I look at my reflection
Love's light shines through the night;
it washes me clean.
I am born of sunrise; every single ray.
Every living day has lived through me.
My morning; explosively glorious.
My noon; sustaining and vibrant.
It is here...
Here, in my gold-drenched mid afternoon glory,
I see...
I see how wonderfully consuming my sunset will be.
Our rays are eternal...
I used to make up stories for children
none are left.
Sing babes in arms lullaby's
and goodnight.
Remembering beds of painted flowers
past and new.
Stories for children rhymed for a time
they are gone.
Memories of lovely petals alive
in my mind.
Even missile tows and missile launchings
to the sea.
Teachers of learning look for Spot a lot
Spot ran off.
Told of comets, moon beams and dreams
of the stars.
New clear clouds give brilliant laser
dark shadows.
New clear waist, leaves us thimble lean
with no fat.
Sharing no hair, no pere, no air,
pole to pole.
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