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#orchestrate
Orchestratedly killing children, what kind of child were you? Shoot shoot with no feeling, see how you’ll have no future, sucker… You think that you’ve marred their grave, But the child’s cloud escapes… You’re not even a part of the picture - Only a void for the paintings that will stay to show how great they are and how sick you were… You’ve got no place, no room, no virtue, So more fool you… You’re not a conductor of any orchestra - You’re just a fraying lace in an old man’s shoe Yet look how young you are - or could have been… I know you’re not one for feeling anything but you’ve got to admit; the deafening din of children’s wailing light and death’s scythe keeping you secretly afraid all night is gonna be hard to remove…
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 5:32 AM UTC
No conductor
Dreams provide the building blocks for nightmares Working with outsourced puppeteers, Freelance shiit talkers And unlicensed engineers Incorporating in-house failures, Stacked to the rafters, To orchestrate such fears A passion project with plenty of volunteers But after 40 some years Missteps and heartbreak are full blown careers With daily bonus checks awarded for tears ©2024
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Jul 3, 2024
Jul 3, 2024 at 4:26 PM UTC
~•§•~ Life: The Building Blocks of Nightmares ~•§•~
I think in poems, drink deep sounds, smell bright colors, untie the bound. I touch the notes... they ripple in the air. Taste the pain ..... no qualms no care. I orchestrate a silent fugue, two voices never heard. Pen it all inside my book then read it to my bird.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
Prolific