This is the first of several of my writings I will post every Tuesday. They will vary from poems, general writings, stream of conscious, word equations, lyrics, to anything that I think makes enough sense to post, or just needs to live somewhere.
-DBL
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Words from One Walking the Line Between Illuminated and Enlightened
Falling on the side of Nihilistic
60 Orange Rose's of Jesus Christ
Sent
Sent
60 Oranges on roads of there demise.
60 talent scouts to each hard,
Sound off enrichment bonuses to their friend.
Banking lessons to the One.
Sending messages,
Evil ones.
Constant splatter of the souls
Living life never more.
Precious system source of wealth
Symbolized by current stealth.
60 paths of revelation.
Seeping, Read, and Constellations.
Sipping, Red, and hesitations.
Sending words, Re-guards, and E-motions.
Feeling through a constant
Frontal lotion/ corrosion.
Spliced and mended credit card.
Romantic Age maintained,
Good exchange.
Goods exchanging
Health/ wealth maintained
Continue this other way.
Figure 1 for 2,
Your way of seeing
Is
A Different hue.
Watch them say "I am the light"
While they wiggle in the
60 talent scouts to each hard,
Sound off enrichment bonuses to their friend.
Banking lessons to the One.
Sending messages,
Evil ones.
Constant splatter of the souls
Living life never more.
Precious system source of wealth
Symbolized by current stealth.
60 paths of revelation.
Seeping, Read, and Constellations.
Sipping, Red, and hesitations.
Sending words, Re-guards, and E-motions.
Feeling through a constant
Frontal lotion/ corrosion.
Spliced and mended credit card.
Romantic Age maintained,
Good exchange.
Goods exchanging
Health/ wealth maintained
Continue this other way.
Figure 1 for 2,
Your way of seeing
Is
A Different hue.
Watch them say "I am the light"
While they wiggle in the
Dusty
Blight.
Running hands
Over the hide,
Cattle that don't need to create,
Running hands
Over the hide,
Cattle that don't need to create,
Soon lose the power to subjugate.
30 soon departs,
No one really knows how it starts
Or when it ends
Cycles through and through.
Grab a broom
Sweep away.
Wooden
30 soon departs,
No one really knows how it starts
Or when it ends
Cycles through and through.
Grab a broom
Sweep away.
Wooden
Stick
Hanging
You.
Hanging
You.
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