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snipes May 17
I can tell you about a detailed bridge,
                from the way it shakes, all the way
                to the breeze and the crashed out waves.
How all the engraved lockets weighed it down,
  and how all the concreted initials debossed into       heart shape cutouts,
                                         that have all corroded apart.

I can tell you the wait for the split,
                            wasn’t really worth it.
                            tiaw eht lla woh
                            .ekats ta saw taht gnihtyreve dellik

                                                 I talk a lot about Icarus
                                                 and how his fall off
                                                 can be measured as a                                                                ­                              
                                  ­               plummet of a                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                     
                           ­                      depressed life willing                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                          to jump across the                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                      bridge, time being that                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                       feeling of limitless.
              
               Burnt out, driving too close to the sun.
               We’ve found the doors were locked
               and uncovered that the key was
               ringed around on the soul
               of someone else's heart.
              


                                                ~ A few imprints
                                                             on
                                                  Love’s Overpass
Etched out fabrications welded a beam to a heart to a pen to a different being.
I wrote off a life and threw it off the overpass.
Not to death but to destiny’s test.
My faith in my belief, such as God’s voice in rhythmic vibrations.
Such as the stars telling us that life isn’t too far apart.
Stories being passed down and worlds being thought up.
Love lost in the lifespan of forgotten timestamps.
As the overpass breaks up through the moons passages of the sun seeking night.
It all falls apart, it all falls apart, it all falls…
snipes Feb 7
Don’t get fooled.
Magic and voodoo,
don’t go on getting fooled.
Internet schemes and everyday memes,
don’t go on getting fooled.
A heart in a persons trust,
nah, no don’t go getting fooled.
Love and lust,
yeah a mfer got fooled.
Space time suspending a soul on a spool.
The Lords 7 days meeting String Theory’s ways.
These are things my heart foolishly feels these days.
As my brain thinks death will be my last friend, I’ll know.
My soul extends the vibrations cruising in different solars.
I’ll be with the fooled focused on chasing another chance of feeling life over.
snipes Jan 21
She told me to believe in forever,
but even the evergreens have lied to me.
An amber light shining throughout the blizzard.
The streets have been bedridden with a hefty blanket.
The footprints we’ve drawn pinpoint where we left off.
Standing where our shadows have outline each other.
We find that the snow on the evergreen has fallen off.
The tree stands, showing off its pine cones and needles.
The wind has called and it has told me the truth that has always been hidden underneath.
So I let the moon shine on us because I believe in the story of the evergreens.
snipes Jan 2
Apple, berry, and honey.
A giving tree,
a vine’d bush,
and a killer bee.
Fulfillment underneath,
my ice cream.
All in the home,
of the outer layer.
Warm desserts off,
passed down family notes.
Holed out memories,
forgotten the smiles.
One day beyond,
I’ll finally see,
what was left behind,
for you and me.
Cut out a piece of the heart.
Leave when the going gets tough.
Enjoy the fruits off the labor,
but leave behind the pie crust,
that makes me angry.
A turned back for the lack of empathy.
You need more than a soul to control me.
snipes Dec 2024
Gone is known as missing,
and my baby hasn’t returned.

That feeling of love,
the look in the eyes,
I’m missing it all.

I stand here and hold bare.
I fall close to the sky’s openness.
I’ll be let lose to find my baby
but by the years end I’ll be gone
and I’ll let tomorrow
be tonight’s mystery
snipes Dec 2024
Words may not break bones,
but they sure enough can break
souls
What does hate sounds like to you?
snipes Dec 2024
A soul sourced by forever
decides
if my humanity really does
matter.
I took life on a trip.
Often far out driven,
for stargaze getaways.
In search of the universe,
I got lost in empty space.
But I finally found a rock
to skip a lifetime with.
Inferring a field of ripples
as I take Earth and ponder,
I try and find the meaning
of humanity and forever.
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