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A small piece of sky

has fallen in to my cup

brimming with lust for life;

a mysterious brew indeed.

I relished in silence

it's cloudy turbulence,

the comet fallen in to it

made all the difference.
 Oct 2011 ArturVRivunov
Day
even the kindest of honeybees will be crushed under the weight of rubber and cloth, a man lacking consideration, appreciation; though he has motivation for the adaptiation of our world in his view, when he steps upon that which composes our earth it is our cue. I know, my friends that condemnation is not what we’d like to see for our nation and as we yearn for preservation while our knowledge moves t’ward annahilation we acquire starvation, gain taxation, and yet we do not question our nation. I will do nothing less than scream liberation; yes, the time has come for our salvation.
I smell something and it really stinks,
like truth from liars,
I cant believe.
It's putredness defying spray,
it's lingering won't go away,
it follows me,
I cant allude,
and all my friends they can't subdue,
their noses burn,
and eyes they water,
water yes I need some water,
to clean my self,
and start again,
cause people don't like filthy friends.
I’m building this fort one block at a time,
as fast as I can, I‘m running behind,
Three blocks go up, then two fall down,
I’m not too far up off the ground,
If only I had hands to help,
this fort might withstand damage dealt.
I swear sometimes, I am alone,
these people here, this can’t be home.
Disguised as friends, to take from me,
things I’d give them openly.
No matter what I do or say,
to help someone in this same way,
It seems as though I end up standing,
with fortress blocks so condescending,
What exactly do I mean,
that greed has taken self-esteem.
Hope in hearts are infiltrated,
trusting blocks disintegrated.
Loyalty is put to shame,
cause their rules play another game.
Hollow blocks of truth degrade,
and think the friend you would have made.
It could be there, but you can‘t see,
until that day, my enemy.
I’ll not give up, I’m building back,
these fortress walls, I’ll double stack.
My calloused heart, won’t be the same,
but this will not, define my name.
I’ll still be here, building up,
so kindness just might be enough.
And one day bring those helping hands,
to build this fort with our great plans.
Now two blocks up at a time,
with dignity, we will shine,
we will make it to the top,
until that day, I will not stop.
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