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Feb 2014
Loosely defined
A maniac, crazy running behind
Any concept that he holds true
Opposite of reality is what is perceived to you
A tree holds true to the promises it makes
Crushing the water, obliterating the wake
Movements mash monuments making morals miniscule masterpieces
Did you read that thesis?
It’s the motion that pleases, releases
Pouring elements through a cauldron of heat
Insurmountable energy grips at your feet
A smile on that faces is an admit to defeat
Wirelessly connecting the souls to a sheet

Music, I can see it played
Notes, phrases time signatures being made
Floating, flying into my eye
Tasting the melodies, turning my head to sigh
So much emotion it makes me cry
Why

The only thing that ever made sense
A truth spoken clearly from innocence
The weight of the words break the fence
Nothing can be so real, or so immense
Crushing a planet with a power so dense

Finally some resolution in my mind
The voices and spirits are no where I can find
Blind at once and all now can see
Blood dripping from my nose this is too much for me

The will of the many overpower not a thing
Suppress those emotions and morals, let freedom sting
christopher victor coia
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christopher victor coia  los angeles
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