Vision Ghost Poems

The dusty trail of bullets
My heart was a weapon ‘til I lost my muskets
Own grave but no strength to dig the demise
Guess I’ll let the wind blow sand in my eyes
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If peace was a lonely sailor would it sail our oceans?
Or flight to space to escape the sound of suffering?
Upon the wave of the tears of many thousands more
Until that blackness of space be for the new shore
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Encompass self neutron for existential flight as a particle in weightless confirmation
That the travelling throughout and within stars escapes embodiment’s pursuant acceleration
From totality of acceptance for the infinitive exploration of a theorised unknown
Never the terminal end; only as the limitation of the soul far reaching of one’s own
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Takes no difference on the vibration of this machine
Bred and born for joy of the gasoline scream

Forgetting it all when the road turns like my life today
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No perfect being yet founded in higher comprehension
To now yield an impulse and call it not a prophetic revolution
For the format of mankind remains the same in the plethora
Of the tragedies of failure for war and destructions enigma
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I have no encompassing dealership with emotions of these
So much of the distractions self built to attempt to appease
Hearing your longing tonality haunting my heard envisage
Forever in the depths of this cordial and unfelt idealistic age
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Letting it go through accordance of breathing summer sunshine
Let it all in, let the pollination of natural abundance care a damn
To let the honey suckle scent be an emotion of your evening
As the sun submits to another night time medley of sunsets
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If fire breathed voice for the tender tips of fingers felt in an articulated void
Is not that of contaminants to conjure solitary thoughts needlessly employed
To yield the unfathomed beyond common processes of annulled rhythms
But subjected the way of common bonding in articulated unedited trims
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So many dark pictures flash so to the mind of the unkind
As a sole seeker for the bleeder rips to the vein entwined
I wasn’t just displaced but I feel replaced for emotion
As every word of sympathy in acrimony for devotion
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An embrace draws the tears in such autonomous grips
Of emotions spent and forward spoken in apparent trips
As a seeker of forever the conclusion without answers
Finds the soils before sands of fertilities in such fears
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