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Offence, defence
Our spears in hand
Hot in our veins,
Blood angry red
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A garden on my back
Spring, summer, and fall
Yellow, red tired leaves
A graveyard of brown branched trees.
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White bones, white snow
Flakes on my cold lips
Blue, my mood shows.
Behind bars, my fears scream
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Silence sits on my being.
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~insight07
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I am falling
After all the battles
And cries.
Fires and sighs.
A pile of rocks and a rope and a noose
I am falling
Deeper, where no light touches
Towards the edges.
I can’t see or feel
Even breathing that is easy
Is so difficult.
The circle of my comfort has dissapered
In dark, and my eyes swim
In dark circles.
I have fallen now.
Wings near feet and toes tucked in
A mind that is a spear, at my side
Voices of others surround me,
Their whispers of me more true than the
Guidance of my inner voice.
I have nothing left to say or
See or feel.
There is a dark glow that follows me as I try to exist within my comfort zone of
Self doubt and betrayal.
My breath travels up and down, free from the laws of mind as
I see internally.
Will there be a sign?
~insight07
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A game of luck,
Pieces of paper flying
We are mistaken for birds
Or clouds. Or just thoughts
By the worms below.
A dream of wings, of flight
We all have. Yet, we must find
Ourselves, again and again before we
Step off and jump and
Find balance or get hit or maybe just
Find luck on a cloud- floating by.
Against gravity, logic, rationale, and feeling
We find ourselves
Drowning, swimming, existing
Suffocating, adapting, breathing, then being without breath
With eyes wide open, look at the world around
As it spins out of order, control, imagination
Yet. It is held together. By love and luck.
May we also have the strength to let go
Only to be found. Again and again.
~insight07
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A walk on ashes, a breath of fresh air
Full of smoke, and internet waves.
Books lie empty, their words scattered on the ground
People collect them in their palms and carry them around.
Memory is forgotten, replaced by digital screens
The algorithm drives us. And we drive machines.
Ads have replaced conversations.
Logos make for eyes as we scan QR Codes
From papers of truth.
But what is the truth?
Fingers have forgotten to feel and
We only smell the soapy scent of washed hands,
As hands cover mouths and nose and eyes and ears
No animal like us has walked the globe.
Or crawled or slithered or flown.
We are alive. In the cages of a few minds?
We are free. But at what cost?
We make choices. Between real alternatives?
We are civilized. But are we the only ones with a society?
I don’t have answers. I am losing the ability to question too.
I do know how to feed the algorithm though.
It tells me what I should like/ remember/ feel/ love.
I am up for sale. On different mediums and categories.
Can you sell me the entire market?
~insight07
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