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The early morning bounced through hallucinations A rope of insanity hangs by the joker’s throat, The room began to close inside my realm I looked up and the barrel was poignant, A dream hidden between the moon and the stars. The force of reality, common man hold on to the pill of fear Crawled the streets of jubilee, indulge a conversation with white pages, Empty formalism beneath the walls of a theater, Too much to unravel in the world of a crying love Pealing before my eyes, one at the time, the novelty of the breeze Life e is too short for regrets, the heart broken dance inside a bottle All is above the pain, the lubricant of a vineyard, driven carefully by the lost Gather the brave sitting inside the front lines, My ink drowning inside an ice cube The nakedness of a ballerina working through satin ropes Strangest reality of loneliness, Nearly routine of plunging underneath honesty The excavation of words left me breathless, A peaceful ride encounters the nobility of a human heart, The honey love goes though gates, the water of life, lift a notion of cruelty A gatekeeper silently whispers to rain forcing The promised of God to intervene for the sake of salvation Atonement commence inside a brain wave of devastation Heavy lost of hands under a clear path ideology… Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010
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May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
The Battle
The early morning bounced through hallucinations A rope of insanity hangs by the joker’s throat, The room began to close inside my realm I looked up and the barrel was poignant, A dream hidden between the moon and the stars. The force of reality, common man hold on to the pill of fear Crawled the streets of jubilee, indulge a conversation with white pages, Empty formalism beneath the walls of a theater, Too much to unravel in the world of a crying love Pealing before my eyes, one at the time, the novelty of the breeze Life e is too short for regrets, the heart broken dance inside a bottle All is above the pain, the lubricant of a vineyard, driven carefully by the lost Gather the brave sitting inside the front lines, My ink drowning inside an ice cube The nakedness of a ballerina working through satin ropes Strangest reality of loneliness, Nearly routine of plunging underneath honesty The excavation of words left me breathless, A peaceful ride encounters the nobility of a human heart, The honey love goes though gates, the water of life, lift a notion of cruelty A gatekeeper silently whispers to rain forcing The promised of God to intervene for the sake of salvation Atonement commence inside a brain wave of devastation Heavy lost of hands under a clear path ideology… Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010
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May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
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