Fear living dead, dead to living afraid death is ready to fear

again giving what’s left but the steps crumbled years ago in

back of and in front of the once path of tears through the

mist shifting feelings getting thick too much to bear its your

faded pride that you wear scared to be prepared, scared to sit

alone, never to be spared, feel remorse the aftermath the

source with no end, sending consequences to their discourse,

coarse or not, think what they haven’t yet thought, drink what

they’ve wrought upon time when clocks fell through minds, no

360 degrees binds or inter twines meaning with belief,

sudden leaving with saddened disbelief, or that loving feeling

with flattened speech, just dreaming of long un-lived

fantasies is enough to make you happy and wake up later on

and hopefully still have a spec of your no so true reality

scratching your conscience begging you to rest your eyes to

try and find it again, to forget the many doubts that it

doesn’t exist, and for you to resist the bliss of a kiss too

profound for words, or to even make wishes scars to remind

you that you can only confide in it, dream or not, an instance

forgotten, when its bare carcass of glimpses are filled with the

essence of your thoughts and desires, sprung spinning into a

helix of that one day you can actually reach out and hold it

close, knowing your grip on reality will never cease... Paradox

lies, Paradox belief, Paradox Dreams too real to even

mention to another soul without being judged, made fun of,

or plainly un-acknowledged with opinions off the point

beholding no significant responses needed... so life ends with

you truth in a pile being swept away with the other Paradoxes

in this unfair world lost forever... but that’s just my Paradox

Dream... go dream yours.

i'd like to dedicate this to Peripheralbeauty aka Infinite Mind... love you always...

peace



it wasn't meant for any real structure...

you already know how i feel about this piece... it goes deeper than just mere words...

you told me that certain things are unclear to you at the moment and that you was unsure why you felt this way... and i understand that... and i'll always be here for you...

much love to you sweetie... always

~¤IM¤~

strong emotion to this peice but the flow could be upped in spots it's a little weak nice use volcab too. you got the emotion just need to up other things

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and sign up for the battle league would yeah, also show up if your already in the league

had to dig a bit with this one...was all over the place at times...but as you said, wasnt meant to have any structure..so its all good....sad, downbeat....kind of hard hitting....enough said - respect...

thgis was dope look at cha sayin you hitten writers block. ya throwing mad skill out here rite now. stay up.
joey

come on dawg, if you read this, i didn't want any structure with this, i wrote this outta pure thought, flow or none, i didn't give a shit, besides, poetry ain't about flow, its about feelings... so


thanks to all those who replied, much respect


peace