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maybe i am illuminati

I am thirty three years old
got a bit too much stomach
and I have fluid on my knee
 
probably had one too many  
ring-a-round the roseys
with the ol' nervous system
but I still operate  
from a tarnished silver space
between the heart and mind
that speaks behind words
 
and my spraycan itches
 
I wanna bomb the police cars
and prison walls
of gods kingdom
 
just with more poem
than rage
 
Rebellion has to mature
to live  
and that type of growing
is too hot to be held
by the merely aged
 
The flare up of youth
supplies flicker from rush
but real heat requires ember
to sustain
 
 
 
 
it's been dawning on me  
that these woods  
have more wind chimes
hung high up in its trees  
than actual spooks
 
seems the big wheel
with many faces  
has but a dozen fuckers
running the light show
half  
with bum knees  
Written by lightbaron
Published | Edited 31st Aug 2013
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