Day 4: Journey

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Day 4: Journey

Trekking throughout the greater portion of the day into the night. The plight I take isn’t to make a quake. I attempt to abate the rape, but there’s little room for escape. It’s like I’m locked in a steel case and I can’t break the frame. Its quite the struggle thinking to play sane. Forced to crush Earth as the hammers smashes to make thunder. The mineral’s journey is heard.

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Day 6: Screen

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Day 6: Screen

Placed to see
In ways further
Then most.
The screen shattered
All over its host.

Day 5: Imperfect

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Day 5: Imperfect

Constantly shifting to meet the needs for your personal greed. You’ve turned the half-baked dream solid. Blocking other ideas that create utopia or balance. Too heavy and too solid creates too many issues within your psyche. I block them with a wall just as solid.

Day 2: Face

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Day 2: Face

Telling me you’re not excited to see.
The wonders of people’s misery.
Etched on your face.
Surely others are able to trace the emotion.
Caused by the commotion of life.
Strife brought pockets of flesh to life.
Before it etched it’s plight.

Day 8: Pleasure

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Day 8: Pleasure

Created to show I care.

Created when we’re alone.

Created whenever feeling fun.

Created as we swim inside the sum.

Created a mystical union.

Created to show illusions.

Created to feel complete.

Created a unique peak.

Day 1: Water

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Day 1: Water

Wash over the world.
Collecting material.
Storing memory.

 

Final Design

Make it the feature of the design.

As I create a new spine.

The shudder happens less and less.

Proving I’ve grown to be blessed.

I fight to ignore the way that I feel.

But that’s part of killing what’s real.

A victorious loser in the midst of battle.

I don’t have time to stand with cattle.

Or beat around the bush.

I wish a pair of hedges would come along.

To help cut away what doesn’t belong.

Together it’s a wasteful sum.

Ineed to finish what has begun.

It feeds the collected fun.

Held in place.

Zippers are made to be traced.

Up and down.

Around to the back.

This way the slack will be flat.

Lifeshouldn’t continuously be stressed.

Pushed to the limit of what’s supposed to be the best.

Scrutinize after the host has seen the rest.

It’s time to walk the final test.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.