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 Oct 2014 Gypsy Bard
Adam Jones
Loud and all around i hear the bells ring
I am but one cell being pumped through the bloodstream
Pushed and shoved side to side
Too quickly with haste to even cry
I clench my fists and close my eyes
Feeling panicked i want to hide
I see an opening and duck inside
My fists un-clench
I relax my eyes
My heart stops racing as i have arrived
 Oct 2014 Gypsy Bard
r
hacking the cloud
to paint the sky

- code in words
gets the color
down between the lines -

beneath the verse -
perfectly - poetically

- subversive.

r ~ 10/19/14
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Just a tincture,
An infusion
if you will

Just the essence
of you
And I’ll be ok

Without it,
Bone-deep chill
How can I write about motionless, unfeeling, empty white walls?
You write about your unchanging, cold, blank mind
How can I write about slammed, unrelenting, locked white doors?
You write about your crushing, unobtainable, closed-off heart
How can I write about falling, unstoppable, restricting white ceilings?
You write about your deadly, unfair, judging mouth
How can I write about a room that doesn't hold me?
*You write about your past
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