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Skye Launs Poem
wait...
these are the times
when the outside is lined with pseudo sarcastical rhymes
sending grinding vibes of binding crime into non criminal minds
with winding cliff sides with clean records that die
when men move forward they never ask why
slide up vertical and cross the horizontal divide
pride, these men will always hide...
with their scraped knees
they only march under sick trees,
slipping deeper through the ugly canopies
they leave their minds to wander
this the sum of their good deeds?
un-stitched seams open the mind to reality--
only two days can change a man's mentality
neutrality sets in and begins the stage of awkward gestures
pestering the thoughts and molesting all the guess work
God calls out!
“attention all petitions, lower your fists, and please unclench them
your time's not up and I will not forgo your pension”
man cries up toward the ceiling believing god and prays for healing
feeling so mundane when man's sanity pleas for strain
blame the man and make a mane of dirty hairs
send paradoxical signal flares
vacuum out all holy air time stops and now he's there
no..
fall out only hurts when man runs circles round dirty squares
Copyright © Skye Launs | Year Posted 2009
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Send him out of his mothers womb!
into a new moon of snare free engagements
fragrance seeps through his skin while animals fall from the cloudless sky
like rainstorms
the animals send worms to pavement, as all things need air
the man can feel his thoughts, but are they really there?
he receives short lived lashes...
those gashes go unfilled and turn into stashes of wasted potential
he has no vindication
compromising wiser words his life is filling with implications
a rising tree growing near him
stops short of it's potential and bends in anticipation,
the tree asks the man.......
“what really lies within?”
with no response.......
the man looks into himself and he knows what he wants
the man falls into the river and floats in his own thoughts
Send him out of his mothers womb!
Manage this man's mind and free him of this tree's questions bind
he floats downstream and dreams of that tree
hopes to god that he hasn't injured it's branches and leaves
he knows “what lies within” but the question sinks the man who could hardly swim
deep in the river it's too dark to see
clarification and love are mysterious things
I'm still working on this one a bit..
Copyright © Skye Launs | Year Posted 2009
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Skye Launs Poem
but preservation of self is a worldy desire.
Dark want turns to need and culture's perspire,
not blood. not love.
but drops of deep greed,
prideful nation's only joins satan's creed.
stand up and rise rise
take off the guise of men who talk but seldom are wise
let a man come forth who lets his good heart guide,
to him our hope stands and our arms outspread wide...
This world..
Hooking young minds on ethical suicide
engulfed in media outlets and dangerous lies
a wasteland will always survive, and
worldy desires will not cease to thrive..
hard to kill something that turns off the lights
The world needs our people.
& flames consume air
and like the flames this world doesn't care
they have lost minds of their own..
world controlling and trying to clone
army's of malice
one soul at a time
create the coffer for one anti-divine
in this age
material prisoners artificially praise
creating a maze for generations yet to be raised
good works are replaced and to be saved by grace?
World filled with eons of haze
but with power, through haze one can sift
with power one preaches and receives god's great gift
with power comes change and change can evolve
this world has created problems it will never solve.
Copyright © Skye Launs | Year Posted 2009
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