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Today it’s
Lips
Lips
Lips
I am obsessed
With red
Or black
Lips
Goth
Jeweled
Pierced
Lips
Uncovered
Or smothered
With lipstick
It doesn’t matter
Even though
It will pass
But in poetry
Right now
It’s lips lips lips
demons and monsters

whether personal
    or sprung from  Hollywood creations
    in that vein

seem to be a little bit like gods

you can
     believe in them
     blame them
     adore them
     fear them
     pray to them

but

     or because

you have no proof
they exist
Have you ever truly tried
To change your mind
Of all those ways
We're taught to think

Like how to measure human life
On a blueprint of love and hate
All those years of fairy tales
Invisible spirits tied to fate

Have you ever questioned
Your mother's sighs
Or your father's
Heated rage

How could we have navigated
Through the darkness
Of our youth
Freshly developed brains
Washed in vintage child abuse

But here and now
Is where it starts
The evolution of our hearts...
Again he fell from heaven
He and his demons in tow
The unlikely circumstance
Beyond his limits of control

The ignorance that angered him
Arguably superficial at best
In servitude to his liberalism
To degrees of subconscious unrest

In meditation on only facts
He proceeds to take the blue sky back
And so on guard he'll always be
To protect the speech of all born free...
+9
Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...
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