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Commonsensical Lisps

I visit vaporoso in trailers of traitors                
And they pour freely from my mind                
Waking in the dizziness of dreams                
A story that forms only from a few words                
                 
Commonsensical Lisps                
                 
And I leave the paper by the bed for whiles upon whiles                
Walking, listening to a field outside my window                
I take my dog and walk with her                
Fearing to set her free                
As she carelessly will spot a squalor of delight                
Running a tunnel of aim and so I fear her demise                
As I could picture her crossing the road at times wrong and precise                
Illogical thoughts arrive and I meditate only the love inside                
Leaving most to say another day, another dream                
               
Why do we hate mentioning the words that we fear?                
I love the breeze as the little girl talks to me; so loving of a sound                
And she has come too far to cause pain or strife for any                
Crossroads are so scary,                
Why have they thrilled me to a point of risking my life                
And I won’t do it again my child, I would never hurt you                
My love is too deep, and it is far too wide                
               
I visit the blown vapors that pour                
A traitor’s force; the store where I have worked so hard                
I heard the talk at hand; shaking the jaws of chipmunks                
I babysat Atom and Perish, the sons of Dawn                
Not knowing what I have written until I have said them three times                
Never again will I scare a child with a fake and maniacal head in the closet                
               
I watched the green apple that refused to dissolve                
But liquids a melt into the crisp cool water of a wash basin                
You leave thinking I’m working up a storm; the steam of faultlessness                
I only get in my truck, Ignore your door and drive                
Down a driveway that has ships on either side to obstruct the view                
With the music to an end                
I look both directions, the moments still move, and I make a left                
Only in dreams out of sight, I only ride a white tide                
Risking life and limb making a left instead of a right                
Commonsensical Lisps are only the fears                
Leaving you backwards, following blind
Written by Pishashee
Published | Edited 31st Mar 2016
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