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Sep 2013
de brief of the daily motions
one spin ,
two spins , three
sattalite drop ,
******* stop ,
bus , hop ,

people move
plants grove
static motion
less wheel

sick to the bone with who should have dones and who could have beens
now i exist as i am

with stable
heart beat
glows
-

leaves drift onto beds of mush and the autumn color turns dirt to rust
and white chestnuts
with green shoots

we made it - it's the hill.
the hill that feels
there is a pulse

we're still alive
.

De-Brief

the consumers are dead and the masses are free
the slaves turned master the master turned greed
the master turned needy -
to be saved by those he mis treated

wanted.
for treasons,

crimes against the hound
crimes against the natural zone
crimes against one's own

i kept dreaming to see the day
and it has arrived....

the dominos first fell in my mind
and mind alone

tangible aspects were no more than prospects
and no more than silt on soils floor hip hop stop cash flow drop so low so fro go
Fah
Written by
Fah  Nomad
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   Brycical and shaqila
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