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Thoughtless Explosions of Verbiage
In times of joy and in times of pain
words are the only elusive attempt at portrayal
Daunting Contraptions Contracted in a few fleshy pounds
hidden in a bloody swirling cesspool hiding in our skulls
Thoughtless explosions of verbiage fill the pages of
time & space in this place, feeble attempts at nothing
merely interjections of uselessness. We canter down
these halls of life opening doors & closing others,
doors hard to shut are better left open. To breath the
breath of life through these pounding heads of humanity.
Beating its burden of confusion & false hope straight to
the source ... producing order? What a concept in this place
as to say a controlled explosion our existence is
the oxymoron that is all. We live the days like
the pun of some joke that's been forgotten.
We soothe our souls with others expressions, broadcasting
feeling to the masses. Ideas thought for someone else
helpless sheep in this hillside pasture we're spinning on.
Songs of hope & joy inspire & drive others to the end. Confident
that more words will help in the future. Addicted to
others feelings & ideas to produce our own. Mindless bites
gurgle out real life for ratings while we all watch
ourselves and turn back to the box. The box should
falsify our existence but then the black emptiness that
has become our hard existence. Tired lonely
followers dancing till the end ....
Ah the end
Copyright ©
Barrett Allen
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