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I got caught in the fantasy
Lost on a cloud of words made from mountains
Hung up on a respect thought ever binding
Stuffed into a small corner clawing my way out
Singing songs about rainbows through clouds in cryptic visual hypnotics
Lost in a cord that vision created and lifetimes set in motion
Left out in the cold to be cast as nothing and nobody
Though bodies warmed nights that hearts would link memories
Another stone thrown into the ocean to send ripples towards the next galaxy
Confession of secret passions locked tight in lips covered in black ink and pink erasers
Lost to all decent speck of caring that shoulders burdens laid on pillows and blankets
Sliding doors and string dimensions make peace among the trap of repeating the same monotony against the window
Routine and stale banter lets the mind take rest in never giving up the pedestal and gracing the path of partners parting ways in the dark
Forgetting is not forgiving and history always repeats when repent is left to the weary
Slivers of shadows sprinkle in dreams undone and phantoms pushed to the back of the bus
Seeping from under the seat with google eyes peeking out like schoolgirls pranking unsuspecting boys, mooning the bus driver.
When the hate moves away what fills in the gap
Mr Baldwin said it best
Forced to deal with the pain no longer held at bay by the judgements cast on you
Opinions left to the imagination but never verified for the convenience to a wounded child.
Rhetoric overheard at the diner pulling the puppet string over the eyes to not make contact on the way out.
Close up gives sucker punches to the voice box saying clever catch phrases to maneuver the body away from looking under the hood.
Hold on to the sweet self righteous rage
Mrs. Brown wanting us to do it better.
Pulling up love and compassion under the might of separation cost too much pride.
Uncomfortable reverence walking softly past a lineage of hard nails and peaceful division.
Disposable life symbolic on the grocery store. A shipment of heartbeats to be restocked next week.
Wild and daring to fall and get up even after the dirt from the road flies out from under screeching tires quick to leave breath in the dust.
All one in the secret divots that death reveals, yet our ability to exist weighs solely on those others who keep pushing hate into the gap.
Scared to face the pain.
Less than human.
Programmed to do it and exceptional to wipe it clean.
A whole world past good versus evil and a new standard to inspire those pesky Others to see a small mend in the gap
To find brother and sisterly love.