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john p green Sep 2019
It was like static cotton candy streams bouncing about a subdued echo chamber.
john p green Jul 2019
A sprain to wit may spit a twit.
john p green Aug 2018
Your rambling on seems just that to minds twisted so tight.
Suffocating their sight for sweet melody of the real.
john p green Oct 2017
To crystalize butterfly mid flight.
Donning brief shades of sight.
Walk nor way for watching strays.
Toss a coin, it clatters it flays.
Twirling echoing mysticism.
Draw deep rhasping rhythm.
Finding minds which boggle.
Exhaling words gods muddle.
john p green Sep 2017
Can stone heart be removed from rock?
Ignorance simply plucked.
Leaving a clean city veil?
It stares with clarity your fracture.
It falls when both grow frail.
All wars are carved of this.
One slip can evil entail.
john p green Aug 2017
Come my way.
Past midnight's strung out overture.
With beginnings loud by compare.
Trance me along.
Be swept.
You'll be kept awhile.
I'll be forcasting forfeiture.
Disgrace their disquises.
All the while faceless.
My spin never quits the begin.
And you see...
As it clings unceasing.
Capping off each verse.
Erasing and repeating.
Mindfull while notes crease.
Chatter becomes new release.
Calm, your new fear.
john p green Apr 2017
It's sometimes hard to realize,
Then ensure time to revitalize
Oneself.
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