dimensions of all mentalities seems to be on hold
the blindness that has succumbed the nation is epidemic
will a cure exist while we still have time to breathe
will the orange fog triumph in the end
will the dimensions ever see normal perceptions again

Brian Hill - 2020 # 42

I don't even know your name,
But I think I know something of
The state of your soul,
My Dear Poet Friend...

For, we're all stricken with
The same disease

A poisonous venom
Which courses,
This very moment,
Through all our veins

A disease for which I have found
But One Cure

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And I must warn you,
My Dear Poet Friend,
Not to look so long
Into your own heart

For, there you will only find
The disease

.

i'm paralyzed
my eyes hurt and i can't stop
the voices inside my head

tell me
which sense does the cure have
when i was comfortable
in my insanity

you're the only thought in my mind,
You're in my yesterday, you're in my tomorrow.
Love likes ours is so pure,
It's a disease without a cure.

Mechanic


De ja vu.
De ja vu.
Things happen sometimes that have happened before.
Find a way through.


Not all destiny paths lead to the same finale.
Life improves with age, but always slowly, gradually.


I am not as young as I used to be.
I am not the same version of me.
I improve with age, fading every day.
I am not your remedy, but we could find a way.


I self-repair with your care.
I need your help as well.
I know what I need and just like air,
I float along giving life to all who I can tell.
Help me to help you out of your Hell,
So just like you I can repair.


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