Binding MindsThis poem is nothing more then a cry for someone to show me the door and help me get to the core. I count one, two, three, four and still I feel emotionally poor. Getting sore I fall into a flight far away from this inner pain from everyone putting me in a predictable frame. Some people smoke mary jane to get away but I put up a mental wall and give someone a call. Realizing that no one can get me out safely I stall and wish I could ball. Time controls us all so watch the clock or you might miss your flock tick tock I’m in shock please unplug me so I can live off this charge when this battery dies I will rise and compromise the lies.Binding Minds
Perfect ImperfectionsI've had a taste of perfection now nothing else will even give me an erection is there a connection? or is this just another mental complexion? Some times I wonder if I’m headed in the right direction with my feet getting weak the future looks bleak. I find myself juggling time and effort just to get scared confessions of imperfections. I’ve had enough and life is just ruff mentally I’m not buff I can’t just put up a wall and pretend. Yet still I defend my sanity with false compulsions. The worlds checking a fading pulse soon I’ll be nothing but an pervading automation fighting for creation.Perfect Imperfections
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