This somehow felt almost to big for me to hold as a reader. Amazing writing from Olde Punk about, well, everything! Life, death, love, loss. You know, human existence.
Thus it holds true; a steady course
nautilus man-made percussion of actions
manipulate dense framework as starving bird stares
through the window
educational tour of the laughing matter
Would like to return home
wherever it may be, the road
is long and hard so whisper to me
feel the sorrow
I wish I knew how to grieve
without a need to borrow
we decay anyway
the soulful approaches whimper in fear to the drums
what is loved most?
what is hated least?
sensing a sensational sensation, I ask
am I making any sense?
We watch the children prey
with handgun heartbeats
even the devil dwells
hidden door to open answer
analyze reason as changing color schemes
to shades of gray and steel
not a continuation
I know the when but not the why
incision collision peace of mind
star search for less
someone else to blow
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