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Displacement
My four day's in 'Heaven'
I was free from it all
So many great memories
I can barely recall;
all the 'trials & tribulations'
Every exotic
moment of bliss
Carve out these mementoes
as they fall from my grip
there's
Strength through persistence
while
desire requires more thought
hence;
my 'love' for resistance
Inspires a fire to be taught
Saturated with knowledge
In the shade of open minds
Levitated by the smoke
as my soul begins to climb
Forgoing the senseless tragedies
I absorb this recent breath
Exuding a sense of mortality
to avoid uncertain death
Following the path
as it leads me
through this lyfe
I rush from one mistake
into the fading light
unaware of the road ahead
I accelerate my pace
Progressing towards eternity
to rejoin the human race
Blessed by this experience
One can't help but be confused
overwhelmed with vast intentions
to discover the simple truth
I massage my intuition
In pursuit of joyous themes
Searching for a door-way
made open to my dreams
Brought back into this World
by the touch of falling rain
these day's go unforgotten
as well as unexplained...
I was free from it all
So many great memories
I can barely recall;
all the 'trials & tribulations'
Every exotic
moment of bliss
Carve out these mementoes
as they fall from my grip
there's
Strength through persistence
while
desire requires more thought
hence;
my 'love' for resistance
Inspires a fire to be taught
Saturated with knowledge
In the shade of open minds
Levitated by the smoke
as my soul begins to climb
Forgoing the senseless tragedies
I absorb this recent breath
Exuding a sense of mortality
to avoid uncertain death
Following the path
as it leads me
through this lyfe
I rush from one mistake
into the fading light
unaware of the road ahead
I accelerate my pace
Progressing towards eternity
to rejoin the human race
Blessed by this experience
One can't help but be confused
overwhelmed with vast intentions
to discover the simple truth
I massage my intuition
In pursuit of joyous themes
Searching for a door-way
made open to my dreams
Brought back into this World
by the touch of falling rain
these day's go unforgotten
as well as unexplained...
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