What does lead taste like?
Is it a sour cancer.
a sweat burn
a heart that sees another
but walks to it own tune
and never lives a life of another
the pause within a beat
at heart that stops
and quiivers
lead is made from time
beyond the shimmer of the
ore its home is uranium
and what it became was fuel
we were met with us the consequence
of indifferent isolation
when edison said no to darkness
and almost pulled a stone from a calloused hand
and then to doom and all destruction
a silent death
our almost lost ego
to our isolation we went
by rules, its learned
from young earth, the sum of ourselves
are the cooperation of parts
tthe warming of newer hearths
and resignation of all isolations.
be it value
by it valor
by the venue of the
seeing
now the consequence of open boxes
did we we become culpable.
be you a mighty thing
that owns all of creation
station of the master's word
destroyer and disaster
and the fondest memory i will ever have
with every deed small unseen
underappreciated
forgotten in a second
discarded and forgotten
yell, hell.
yell hell
I'll see you there.
we do this with abandon
and i will always have your back
I have this hope
to reaching out
I have for you all
hope
a dollop of compassion now
is ferryman naught sought
because it was when we were children and you said can i be your friend
and i said yes
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 1:08 AM UTC
What does lead taste like?
Is it a sour cancer.
a sweat burn
a heart that sees another
but walks to it own tune
and never lives a life of another
the pause within a beat
at heart that stops
and quiivers
lead is made from time
beyond the shimmer of the
ore its home is uranium
and what it became was fuel
we were met with us the consequence
of indifferent isolation
when edison said no to darkness
and almost pulled a stone from a calloused hand
and then to doom and all destruction
a silent death
our almost lost ego
to our isolation we went
by rules, its learned
from young earth, the sum of ourselves
are the cooperation of parts
tthe warming of newer hearths
and resignation of all isolations.
be it value
by it valor
by the venue of the
seeing
now the consequence of open boxes
did we we become culpable.
be you a mighty thing
that owns all of creation
station of the master's word
destroyer and disaster
and the fondest memory i will ever have
with every deed small unseen
underappreciated
forgotten in a second
discarded and forgotten
yell, hell.
yell hell
I'll see you there.
we do this with abandon
and i will always have your back
I have this hope
to reaching out
I have for you all
hope
a dollop of compassion now
is ferryman naught sought
because it was when we were children and you said can i be your friend
and i said yes