~Oh psychedelic~
You wrecked my time
with every surprising rhyme.
Once in a while!
You slowed down, stood still, and sped, Allowing my illusions to be Fed.

~~

You wrecked my emotions
With visions warped and colors bled
Twisting time in altered hues
Feeding dreams inside my head.

Let your sore bleed
Let the soldiers speak
The pain of the military
The soldier’s war poetry.

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The dog crying in the streets
Listen to the news of the devil

~Crossroads~

A glimpse of the red light!

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The speed of green tank wheels
The sound of fear that the night reveals.

I can't dominate
my cognition—
it's a ******' storm,
a wild tide,
I’m sinking in it,
wrapped in it,
aside.
In this pushy
blow of cognition,
I could fly,
travel in time,
leave God behind,
But at what limitations?
And more's !
More's !
More's !
Like I'm streaming on Youtube
with frictional shows!
I wish I could think,
beyond boundaries,
As I imagine,
I compose!
In cognition—
What if I could roam in time?
What if I could fly?
What if!?
What if!?
What if!?
More's—
More's—
More's.

~what if~