Armando Gomes
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I didn’t feel so bad til the sun came up
The light shines on vice and ignorance
a hallucination cast, self-inflicted bad luck
eyes pulsed, mind racing, back tense
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Not much to do or say
But to think about the other way
the days leave me unfulfilled
thinking back to all the time Ive killed
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To analyze and summarize all that crosses your eyes
Is a burden of self with no token or prize
To sink when you think
Trying to make a superficial link
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your eyes feel like a burden, twitching and pulsing
your mind is on vibrate as if it’s convulsing
my body goes form left side to right
trying not to bare one more sleepless night
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We complain of the rain
But it nourishes all the same
And when it gets too hot
We search for a shaded spot
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Why are the stupid always in charge
Inflated egos and distorted views to make them feel large
The system is corrupt
An educated string of disorder and bad luck
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If hell is hot then heaven must be frozen
logic tells me that only the warm hearted get chosen
and I for one was given the cold shoulder
as time passes the temperature goes lower
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If April is the cruelest month then June must come full circle
When I talk to myself im sometimes hurtfult
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Tell me the answer to this elaborate riddle.
Why am i always right when i stay in the middle?
Choosing a side always leaves me on the edge
I pry open my mind and never need a wedge
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What is in a what?
To ponder and squander the knowledge presented
Is something shameful and should be resented
A line in the road is made to divide
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I didn’t feel so bad til the sun came up
The light shines on vice and ignorance
a hallucination cast, self-inflicted bad luck
eyes pulsed, mind racing, back tense
empty space with white walls and narrow halls
the stench of simplicity burns rank
Idiocy has large bills from collect calls
half-wits smiling, gods’ cruelest prank
Speaking Chinese to Vikings
lost in translation with no correlation
anti-enlightening garrote me, the noose tightening
clinch mediocrity with no resignation
Gamma rays flexing their heat
3 o clock happy hour, oh! what a treat
Awake in the literal sense dead by any parable
half way through my lurid fable
Bob Dylan or Dylan Thomas, aliens in the dark
All my words come back to me in shades of futility
Intellect crying, infants lost in the park
Days puts their sprain while keeping civility
twilight commences, obscurity creeps
clouding, numbing, a morphine drip of acceptance
they bustle about, lame take leaps
the challenge expires, now making penance
settee black, hiding their stains
sinking in, embracing the grime
warp into games, the tied rope remains
don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time
Night declares its’ intentions, the pickings get slimmer
existing dead have now retired to bed
in such a jumbled sport there is seldom a winner
malicious spiders bite the back of my head
so many questions, very few answers
cranium on overdrive, buzzing like a hive
suicide by thinking, thoughts are terminal cancers
im on overtime, they work nine to five
a legend devoid of triumph, a martyr without foundation
apparitions of credit, delusions of grandiosity
pompous psyche fueling the lie, continuous confrontation
brilliance and lunacy voting in equal democracy
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