∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
the violent violets hidden beneath the crooked steps
the grey grays lingers in worry for its return
never looking back
to take stance against the provoking
as drunken gods cry under the mercy of thick clouds
and translucent silhouettes bids a farewell
go back back from whence thy come
no rest no sorrow
in desolation blue blues breaks and their tear ducts releases
to create a cascade to take the wretched colors once more
it doesnt help to think that
in a sea of fish
we all are but both an embodiment of predators and prey
cycling in the discharge of our past lives
the unwanted, forgotten and cant let go’s
do we speak?
or stay silent as if it were a symbol of shielded armor
are we to be called soldiers or super heros
the villains
oh why is it that life consists of such fine lines and price tags with their hindered labels
cauterize my self conscience, be cautious
because here the canines become cannibals
and the clams regret their belief to be not on that line
yet still come up overfilled with debris of our own making
its been a while
since the last drop
the sun has risen much to many
from when it was then
at once
the hairs became grass pieces on hilltops that wouldnt move unless they wanted to
and once it hit the shores and tasted the salt in the waves
they knew at once the thunder and lightning strikes were only meant to
feed them
and to confirm their reasons
compare the two and hold
them both side by side
unknowingly committing
faulty realizations
and bias presumptions
set down the rock and return them to their place
move along
with but only the dirt within your grip
these empty highways are a remedy to the trouble mind
as the golden yolk vanished consumed by the airy sea line
thereafter a message floated downward
wisdom from the higher
and slowly it purified my senses, cleansed my whole
like sandy shores my mind was gently grazed by the love of the ocean waves
why feel loneliness
why disconnect
then before my eyes. the windshield began to mimic a mirror
it revealed what was believed to be a world of the vicious, the canines starving
and the engraved deception i willingly toke
a detrimental illusion was what surrounded me as i stood in the middle
as my vessel laid in tremor in front of broken glass
shuting my eyelids feeling truth
slowly the vicious,
and the starving dissipated
and left behind the worlds reality
the love i deny
the ones ive forgotten
the lives never pursued
the root of this fate. fear
oh how my mind has betrayed me
time and time again
off you go in silence you wait
while i paint new scenes in hues of red
and fluttering black butterflys
leaving the illusion to rot in itself
and he stood strong as if he was the tree of life
parading around waving his flag like he was someone savior
like he could form cobwebs and sensations
as they wonder what his secret was
he slumps over broken egg shells and crumpled leaves he left behind
and as the flies consumed their pieces
it trails a lingering falseness in his walk
the roots saturated in confusion
who will he ever save
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