Tarnished

Water flows to soften, even the firmest sediment

Dip a cup into the river, so my seeds can germinate

What's worse? Holding out or hoping late

I think I need some moments to chill and respirate

Coping with these shifts, nothing substitutes their space

So now more than ever I will need my own place

To figure out reflections like the surface of a lake

The heart beat decreases 'cause it's longing as of late

Nothing but sweet time until I'm granted clearence

And I dine on the wine made from fruits of the spirit

I've been taking in account all the faces that are serious

For the world is a pearl that's been tarnished in appearence

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 I dont care about your shoelaces when what lacks is common courtesy, like wishy washy dreams in a world full of uncertainty. Little did you know that your few words could mean the world to me, even past the globe into the atmosphere of Mercury.

I don't concern myself with rumors, not at least with urgency. The climate coaxs facts and here we are in an emergency. The solution may be known but suppressed with such insurgency. So when its finally shown, it trails off with silver surfer's speed.

I care for your colidascope that carries out Grandfather Time. My interest is as intimate, proportionate to size of mind. But never mind, this pens my own, i'll make the journey home alone. A second thought that shakes the bones, I'll pull the sword out from the stone. By doing so resurrect the truth there's no need for apology, but simply for a single few to finally say they're proud of me. 

And if I won the lottery, I'd donate copious amounts, to corner stores, children sore, and pounds that rectify the ounce. Im led moment to moment towards a destiny I can't account. For tomorrows another day to hit the road and f***ing bounce. 

The question sticks inside the skin like vessels that are clotted. I've never been so silent as to feel this damn obnoxious. For even cause lacking effect can be part of a lesson. Just like a kiss upon the neck can carry great affection.

Dusk

Too preoccupied 

To see the lies through the costumes

The dream turned hostile

Getting lost in the volume 

Too much pride inside

To sit quiet and swallow

Reality can darken

Even get to feeling hollow

Broad alibi

Patience turned into frustration

Frustration switched to hatred 

Holding onto its foundations

The results are commonplace 

An internal state of slumber

That can cause a mind to wait

For the sunshine of the summer

But what happens when the leaves leave

Growing back indeed with accelerated speed

And a want becomes need, and a soul must be freed?

While the hopes of tomorrow lie awake in the weeds

I'm not saying much you dont already sense

I saw a pretty girl blush through a hole in the fence

And the city is tough without rhyme or a reason

And the winter is cold in the heart of the season 

We awaken alone, with a space to be pieced in

Yet I feel thats enough to supply for this evening.