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Tristan Neve May 2010
Colourful bodies of water
Flow free from land.
Hawks dive through the waves
Of technicolour candy
And look for morsels
And look for dorsals
And fins of friends.
We watch them and sing
Hum and whistle
You look towards the mountain
I walk to the sea.
Splashes of inks
Splatter the shore
And the seasame streams
Flow no more.
A harp is played
In a cave by the road
A choir of fish
Driven from their home
We did this.
God, we did this.
And power is gained and lost
Because we did this.
We dried the lakes
We drank so easily from the earth
But things we never thought about
Now linger in our minds.
No more colors are showing
No more beauty
And now we're going downhill
I hope we had a good time
With our hearts in our hands
We sit in the sun
And watch it set.
Dream of tomorrow
It won't be there.
DC raw love Jul 2017
As the pain of the knife i felt stabbing me in the back
The black whole and black universal abyss pirate treasure map cracked
Open seasame on seasomy street elmo and big bird snack
The plate and tunnel vision tube with birning pictures attack...
The records of archives and tape recorder ******
Maxing out credit cards until andromada Pandora bOX crack
Thankfully the painting on the picture in the kitchen MATCh MAX
Max a million in mortal and immortals WW{3} combat
The water is broken and the paint on the Mona Lisa cheek smack
Still with a poker face straight face held in perfection barracks
One military commander and commandress controlling a corporation sleeping sack
In church with briefcase packed
My relm is never out of wack
Black cat crosses ducks quack
Ducking and dodging paper stacked

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