Through the Stupor we Ride

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Open Poetry #43

Through the Stupor we Ride

tabme
Junior Member

since 2008-10-03

Posts 37
Mississippi

0 posted 2008-10-08 04:49 AM

"I stole this"
...
the unification of us all allowing only a slight pause as the thought breaks silence "don't do it to me",
as though the situation could not be once more,
among the underlining current,
of our selfish desires,
by all the act of condoning being split,
reasons thrown out with our linger,
the rolling of conformity igniting against the assurance of "never me", resounding with every exhale of matter,
now only left to the dark and blurry,
as materials once again lose any state of being,
left to rest silently as the light brings forth our unison,
a stretch of time,
found only in the subjective terms,
of felony possession,
the oblivious peering forth at the stem of truth,
only the light to reveal intents not our own,
as a silent pause begins the reconsideration of a ride through the stupor.

golly gee. As and the won't go away.

tabme
Junior Member

since 2008-10-03

Posts 37
Mississippi

1 posted 2008-10-09 01:59 AM

they be hating... on mah skillz.

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