filter through the inner mind
where solace binds and reason is there
for I hear inner voices in my head with choices
the junkie on the street searches for his pay
a noble church goer bows there head to pray
there are marks of discovery in each of us
yet I'm half the man I used to be
falling by the road side scattered in my mind
it's the fortaste of things to come
a world undone
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
sought after fix the issues inside
hide behind a false hidden garb of compromise
twisted lies with no surprise
a vision of crystal clear twilight
tripping out in the forest
green moss scattered by the features
it is hard to hold on one more trip & I'll be gone

yet I'm not dead the forest has trees through the breeze
a sorted cosic debris of fallen emblems
tuck back the vision down deep inside
this forest has a stone carved pattern inside
my heart permeates through the duration of reason
words can be lost if not chosen right
a black cat leads me to a pool of water where I quench my thirst
look back at the vision in the water I see a face
voices in my head its the walking dead
yet I like it when they talk about love
call it fate I call it a reason for being in the changing of the season

we run to and fro into the outer banks of the forest
dead flowers all around with emmense changes
the cloven asps of suspicion you got to get away
bones of skulls permeate the textual lining
some say I think to much
in are world in quite a rush
getting ready for the heavy push
to take us over the edge
the intense heat of fleeting passion
the zombies of sex are at your door
screaming of exhalted primitive choice
living in caged fury so why should I wonder
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love

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