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Seth Seaman Nov 2020
Ok here I go, here we grow, if money grew on trees
It'd be another greenery, a piece of scenery, free to seize
Rather being worn by the glamorous, oh yeah it's damning us
It should be a tree as it was meant to be, not bankruptcy
Not forcing you or me, to **** for what ever means
Yeah your free to be, but you cost to live if you want to be
Rotting in t.v., buying lies that were never meant to be seen
Seth Seaman Nov 2020
I took a walk to spend time with myself when I saw me walking as I was walking, talking to myself while inducing me to I as I to me, not as complex as it seems as me meeting me. The meeting took place next to a tree, a house with a window with similar eyes peering to be once again me, off on foot a race was a set, with no one and all to win, so who's worth the bet. One at the door, one by the window, one in the corner standing over my double. If I knocked out as many as me as equal to the me in the read, how many of us would you then see?
"Feel free to answer, but either way enjoy the read around my head, hard to see around, not the size but the rhymes I said."
Seth Seaman Nov 2020
Down on doubt lookin' for hope on a down and out
Day by day washing a shore to drift out later for more
Washed up or washed out still smiles, laughs an dances about
Not a funny thing an darker than it always seems
Always looking for cheer, even if bad weather is near
That doubt takes hold now digging a hole
I can't hide a landslide inside and still the dirt won't fill
Aware of a war if only a care could open a door
Shaken off too many times before clearly back for more
Holding my head faced high looking graced at the sky
My sword bleeding apart because it was meant to beat as a heart
No matter where the war takes place
See the hope with a smile on your face
Seth Seaman Nov 2020
Once a sweet scent that I'd never forget
A warm embrace, now just a reconizable face
The voice I loved, couldn't wait to hear, whispering in my ear
The backbone now brittle bruised an severed
A sorrow feeling for each tear shed, yet blood boils we bled
Gone in a instant, don't believe in heaven sent, but I had it
Fall child born, Fall childs call, Fall childs instinct to claw
Turning to a helping hand,left with nothing but legs to stand
Dead leaves crunch, heart swells much, love now a hunch
Shadows want to go skipping into the dark
Shadows want to be caught sipping in her heart
Battles between the wind and our limbs
Rattles through the trees again and again
Soaring in the air, gazing up to her stare
Morning on the ground, dead leaves crunch the only sound
Fall is upon us, fall is dauntless, fall has fell from us

— The End —