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Stephan Knight Feb 2018
One minute, one minute long
As the seconds go by I try and be strong
For I know you can see it
But I won't admit
That my hands are shaking and my heart beats fast
That I can't stand here too long or my body turns to a plaster cast
I guess it's too late because you already know
That in the scope of things I don't like to show
Anything about me to anyone like you
Because we're so quick to judgments
That we where them like a tattoo
Exposed to the elements and wrapped in plastic
Only being ripped off when we feel enthusiastic
I refuse to let this control me
I refuse to let it be the admission fee
I enter with no remorse
In order to finish this course
To expand my mind and look beyond
This sacred bond
That we all hold with each other
With no judgments for one another
And as the air is thickening
And clocks ticking
I say thank you for listening
to this vocal instrumental conditioning
Stephan Knight May 2017
I play the game
we wonder for.
The one we can’t control.

The only one
we hunger for.
The one we must console.

Before you left
the walls were dark.
I’m trapped inside this space.

Streets pass us by
disappearing.
Who’s to win this race.
Stephan Knight Apr 2017
Eyes dry,
vision cloudy,
waning.
Slowly,
most certainly always trying to be,
trying to exist,
becoming a part to fill in,
to fill up,
to overflow.
Never.

Cinematic sunsets and hot air,
my face is a net for fantasies.
For their idea of me,
their idea of what he should be.
Images we've seen are painted deep,
ingrained in the folds,
but those ideas were someone else's,
someone else's distortion of what's in need.
What's needed?
Stephan Knight Apr 2017
Now fluent,
a young family facing the morning
hurries into its open door.
Neatly ordered
she turns through,
brushing the staircase,
with a doll's version of her mother.
Stephan Knight Apr 2017
oh, how easily we fall
tip-toeing toward the edge
victims to our own habits
changing
adjusting
living for speed
trying for depth
searching for more
more
more
more
more devices
more de-vices
vice for you
for me
broken under the weight
falling like ashes
carried by the wind
wanting
Stephan Knight Mar 2015
Suggestively selecting songs serenading sweet-sixteeners.
Saying soft somethings.
Supporting satanic systems.
Sweeping sonnets.
Slang symphonies.
Symposium suspended.
Goodnight.
Stephan Knight Mar 2015
Cellular creations constantly causing creative complexities.
Carefree condolences controlling courageous creatures.
Can't contribute crimes–consistently crumbling.
Countries collapse.
Cities combust.
Cry out.
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