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i wither...                                                                 ~away i float from my consciousness, watching myself listen to endless dribble of the ignorant pro-tagonist of life. the limitless waves of gray faberic framing the brown bald and blonde hedgehogs poking their heads up to electrify their deaf ears and blind eyes – blind eyes to the world of a real mind. -they cant see as i see – this life (of theirs) means as much as the DIRT holding the ground of the ghosts in wooden boxes under the rocks mouths moving words flying silly tongues flapping – saying nothing – begging for nothing while across the gray, dull words of hip-hop and pop don’t stop… contradicting the history of blood and turmoil ridiculing the bowtie wrapped around the neck of authority – maneuvering the black and white pieces of a chess board  - an antiquated system crumbling – the backbone of an elephant standing tall while ignoring the memory of those dishonored by them – they forget – the ever-forgetting elephant no! the ignorant elephants whose eyes have been gutted by its own tail – these elephants don’t wail i wail, scream, howl and groan I weep (inwardly) as I stand cold, engulfed in smoke and smog. I scoff, scowl, and scorn openly inwardly at the treachery and horror that life brings forgetful is that elephant that kindness is not weakness warmth is not love and a smile is not always real – gripping clawing scratching grabbing clutching to a life that means nothing – than recycled water in the perpetual flow of a ****** river theyweep theycry theybeg theydie and they are faded... …into memories – and the gray infinite abyss of the blue collar drone.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
i wither away
i wither...                                                                 ~away i float from my consciousness, watching myself listen to endless dribble of the ignorant pro-tagonist of life. the limitless waves of gray faberic framing the brown bald and blonde hedgehogs poking their heads up to electrify their deaf ears and blind eyes – blind eyes to the world of a real mind. -they cant see as i see – this life (of theirs) means as much as the DIRT holding the ground of the ghosts in wooden boxes under the rocks mouths moving words flying silly tongues flapping – saying nothing – begging for nothing while across the gray, dull words of hip-hop and pop don’t stop… contradicting the history of blood and turmoil ridiculing the bowtie wrapped around the neck of authority – maneuvering the black and white pieces of a chess board  - an antiquated system crumbling – the backbone of an elephant standing tall while ignoring the memory of those dishonored by them – they forget – the ever-forgetting elephant no! the ignorant elephants whose eyes have been gutted by its own tail – these elephants don’t wail i wail, scream, howl and groan I weep (inwardly) as I stand cold, engulfed in smoke and smog. I scoff, scowl, and scorn openly inwardly at the treachery and horror that life brings forgetful is that elephant that kindness is not weakness warmth is not love and a smile is not always real – gripping clawing scratching grabbing clutching to a life that means nothing – than recycled water in the perpetual flow of a ****** river theyweep theycry theybeg theydie and they are faded... …into memories – and the gray infinite abyss of the blue collar drone.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
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