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Wednesday, July 27, 2011


my brains eye reflects upon stills in time
cross legged philosiphy sessions with children from across the recession
telling blessings of every day life
written in scripture
we suprise ourselves with our human desires
how wild it is to think as one
all on a contenit adrift like molecules of a surf
suppose it took courage to feel this hurt
when in reality its about as effortless as mornings turning over
every bone snapped and wandering the insides of your enclosing
vomiting out the leftovers
such an age we chose to be born of.
storms come,foliage grows,rivers thunder and we glorify money above all
mostly the supremacy of nature
combustion of the soul.
its easy to imagine a planet not sutible to evolve on
I weep what has been sown

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