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Mosaic Nov 2016
Upside down moon
Spinning room called planet
Tension seeping from exposed pores

Forgiveness fake
Neurotic conversation playground
Hands moving in unholy direction
Loyalty fiction affliction
Contempt without absolution

Lullabies children stories
Lost an eye
From good intention

We grow to stone
Moss will not come
To ease these cold states

From uncertainty to disloyalty
Reminisce to young times
Pain still present in all phases of memory
Mosaic Nov 2016
I'll be the pyramids you'll be the sky

The clothing shorn
In wasteland we are born

Where do we go now
Forgotten places
Forgotten time

Love and love me not
Wilted flowers and lost thoughts

The radio is in the street
Columns creaking in defeat
We're feeding ourselves to the fire
Injecting dreams
self dissonance

We walk in the desert calling it home
In fire born
In wasteland
The clothes are shorn

I'll be the sky you'll be the pyramids
Mosaic Nov 2016
There's creak and cracking
In the ancient structure
Of getting older
Body tightens its grip
Flirting with eventual end

Scenic route
Sighs to broken bones
On this open road
Superficial souls

Can't have a birthday
Always gotta look ****
Digital manifestation
There's no mystery left to the world

We dive deep
Still minnows
Time calls our names
Never forget youths betrothed enemy
Time calls our names
Subjects to change

Superficial souls
Searching for rabbit holes

Scenic route
Sighs to Indian mounds
On this ending road
All souls grow old
Mosaic Nov 2016
I stab myself with the piercing water from the faucet sideways french kissing it
My eyes distant planets with no GPS home
I stumble away
Stubbed toe an after image

I imagine a new city
Faces I don't know
Disappointments new baseline
I imagine being unmet versions of myself
No more horoscopes fairytales of grandma universe

Just Coffee shops for breakfast with music unknown
Hustlin'
Library books too poor to buy
Pay for rent coffee music plants and lies
Black market your soul to get by

Yellow hands pulling people outside their bodies
Force fed images of reality
Human shells beehive
themselves into just a hive mind
With ignorance of chaos theory

I go back to bed as the train passes by
Mosaic Nov 2016
Honest feelings
Born in the indulgeness i'm lingering from
in touch in time
Fall for you existence

Trying to tame a black cat
As pebble stone washed upon shore during moon peering home like health inspection
uncertain necessary
There we lay happenstance of high tide gifted each other liminal
I wanna kiss you again
Mosaic Sep 2016
Two strangers
Opposite of a bridge
Meet center
But he dropped the fire
"I don't want to be in love anymore"
Mosaic Sep 2016
Crafting linger
The old woman ties her shoes
Time consumed in her moments of carefullness
While body betrays with cement bones
Cracking from new life wanting to come in
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