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John Aug 2014
Blasted
Out and far wide
Hurling
Tumbling out and in
Planets
Pass and go
Asteroids
Crash and burn
Time
Wanes and builds
Nothing
Stops for you
Everything
Lies in wait
John Aug 2014
When we're born
And until we perish
Ideas we've worn
Things we relish
Seem to live on
Despite our broken bodies
Daughters and sons
Sacrificed, we're follies

With that said
We all get a piece
Heads and hearts of lead
Holes in moldy brain-cheese
No one is afforded
A true way through
Everyone is sorted
And it really is true

Family's with money
Fall and suffer from lack of love
And family's with none
Shiver in the cold through group-hugs
Healthy people, sick ones
All suffer fates they'd choose not to
Church steeples, Satanic cults
Deceive and feign the truth

Ups and downs
Lows and highs
Smiles and frowns
Laughs and cries
One and the other
Living in harmony
Sisters and brothers
Who tolerate each other
Because they know
Whether high or low
They'd drown in the undertow
If their doppelganger didn't show
John Aug 2014
We all dissolve
It's basic science
While we evolve
None of us are compliant
We're hurling through
Without any consent
Our **** is true
No point in dissidents

We grow like the grass
From infertile grounds
We just want to save our ***
From unholy sounds
No matter of belief
They don't care that we don't
We're just the falling leaf
In search of lofty retreats
John Aug 2014
The blotchy grass and
Broken tree limbs
Greet me when I come
Spare car parts
Barrels of twisted, half-charred metal
Tin, iron and aluminum
Stacked high, Sun-glinting off

It's hot
Humid, the worst
Sometimes I could barely breathe
But I did
Even with my asthma
Tugging on my lungs
I breathed in
I breathed out
And it was just like I remembered it
John Aug 2014
Stop and look around
Hold the bullet in your hand
Mull over the emotion
That fills you as you stand
Blood rushes up, down, pumps
And now you're all set
Body like a tree trunk
Feel the weird funk

Coming on and taking over
No survivors, no leftovers
Look left and then turn right
Sit down and take flight

Like the green leaves
Off the mighty oak
Falling up instead of down
Float up and let your body soak
In the light of the bright sightly
Glorious Sun from above
Taking blood lightly
Spilled and vacuumed up
John Aug 2014
Shadows on the grass
The Sun hangs high above
Cars laze down my street
The wind makes that sound I love

It's one of those days
That being alive isn't so hard
I awoke in sort of a daze
My resolve seemed less charred

Now it's just a question
That hangs above like the almighty Sun
But I know that hesitation
Always dots my question-marked fun
John Aug 2014
looking back with no anger
just anxiety, feel my life in danger
the soul can only bear so much
I've grown too numb to recognize a touch
can't even tell your love from your disdain
but no one can hurt me, I've been through deeper pain

the feeling flees, fleeting flies
staring up at the ceiling tiles
no way pf telling when they'll leave me be
for once in my life I'd like to not feel so crazy
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