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Erving Aug 2014
Elevate me mighty one take me to astronomical Heights, so simple and so miniscule, and yes it weighs heavy on most judgmental mouths,  see my days are full but hanging from a thread,
If it isn't for you mighty one; I'd be a cloud who can't produce mother nature's tears of joy, I survive for my everyday meal is you my precious life
Erving Aug 2014
Quite a leap or in fact a flight into oblivion,
Who's to say whether fruitful or pointless
Some words are perhaps better left unsaid,
But a silent voice can't yell out its frustrations, and a quiet mind thinks and thinks while the ground seems closer and closer
Erving Aug 2014
It's my rebirth, my eyes and soul having been jump started once again,
Such an insulting past cannot be resurrected nor can it be cherished,
I can see her bright mind building a tall structure deep in this treasure mine
Erving Aug 2014
I oscillate suspended perhaps from the reigns of this dark ceiling, the wire holding my consciousness breaks and suddenly my trip becomes ominous,  please my misery isn't worth your amusement nor is it any  consolation for bad luck, it is now this realization of my dreams undergoing corruption, a sea of hallucinations and self induced masochism in all attempt to achieve the collapse of reality
Erving Aug 2014
I'm a volcano that erupts and corupts when my seduction I conduct,
No I'm not a product
Of your imagination
This existence knows no imitation
Needs no dictation and this be no indication of no rebellion
I'm an apparition in a partition of the brain none that I do is an action done in vain
Perhaps it is forgotten the letters that compose my name
This is a refusal to damnation my actions require no explanation
I'm a thunderstorm in the clouds up above

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