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[bodytext] => It’s so cold I can see my breathe This frozen existence Breeds chaos in my head Keep your distance Or you may be led Down the river of sadness Where I float like I’m dead Friends who lack friendship And priests who lack faith Children who lack family Dancers without grace Losers and winners The proverbial race Money is power And power is lust Envy quickly turns to hate And no one is left to trust Weary as the moon That protects the stars Internal conflictions Re-open the scars In the battle of war In this moment of time In the heat of the oven Melted is this heart of mine Described to perfection As if self provoked A lethal injection The promise I never broke But you could never keep In moderate elevations With precise hesitations Power and jealousy detach The conclusion of the query Explains nothing to me As I begin to re-hatch and mismatch A declaration of anonymity Your secrets safe with me Pardon the morbidity And the poisonous levels of acidity You bring it out in me! It’s your promiscuity! Willing to freely sell What you can never own A premonition should have struck you Bleed you to the bare bone An epiphany, a concert of delicate tone In proximity, you could not discern The promise matters none Its intention has become, undone A misinterpreted decision Spoken only in true religion The nailed curtains are your prison Desperation attacks your core The apple is passed its expiration, sour Yet your back to taste some more A missing connection While the falcon and the dragon Guard you at your back- door Grab our possessions Don’t forget my ambition I think you left it on the floor Masterful inspirations Creative inclinations Your promise was a mirage For in the end, when all is said And a “closed” sign, blinks neon red Speak your last words with scorn And know for certain The promise is now dead and gone __________________________________ _____________________ [comments] => 5 [counter] => 293 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Lancaster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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