In a dark room there was white wall.
Definitely not a gray wall, or an off white wall,
But a white wall of purity and such.
...
There’s a machine
O god what a beautiful machine, a computer
She learns so much everyday, and she’s getting so full
But her brain gets so full that she runs out of room
...
I climb the stairs of the old watchtower
I climb so high I don’t know why
Passing by the glare of the outer stares
...
The weathermen told me the wind was blowing towards the west
But I don’t need to tell them I felt a slight pull to the north
I don’t know why I felt it best
To follow them instead of flying up and away.
...
The hubble tells us where we ought to be.
the dreams moved out west,
into outer space.
...
yesterday i felt alright
i could walk,
i could run,
i could see.
...
I wish i had been born with down syndrome
Ignorant, without inhibitions
Or mayby without a sould.
My arms would flail up and down
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Bombs and explosions,
The beautiful dust bowl
of death and diein,
they are so beautiful,
...
War is
War is
War is
War is the ideal in a mind so clouded and confused that the brutality cannot help but be beautiful,
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There is a beast, mighty
Who is as tall as the sky
And who’s ears hear all
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The White Wall
In a dark room there was white wall.
Definitely not a gray wall, or an off white wall,
But a white wall of purity and such.
Along the wall you could feel bumps emerge
Bigger, smaller,
Lacking significance, but not personality.
Bumps that quietly expressed as much personality as allowed.
Often people lost themselves to this wall.
But only for moments
Shapes were seen forming in the ripples
But these continuous attempts at significance
were continuously contained and thwarted.
Eventually the wall was demolished