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by Matthew Sharp

addressin a message a blessin to teach a lesson i get to stressin wanna answer questions that where never asked about the past the future needs a suture bleeding in excess exceeding chasing that shadow wherde it go i though i was moving to slow a snails pace in a right race but i still manage to cause so much damage i stay in your face call me a disgrace if you knew me you would know the taste i leave in your mouth is a souring mold a figure never did what i was told i made my own path a personal hell the aftermath from busting out that shell tv didnt work when it put on that spell what can you sell who can you blame we all taste the same over an open flame super duper nuclear visions i think i survive it so come on with it ww3 aint scaring im tired of waiting despairing then and now all our little worlds we live in will come crashing down are we strangers now never bow open my mouth when its quiet after observing this riot a sonic boom from another consumer being consumed aint enough room lets rip em out the womb before they consume the rest this aint no test no worse or best just stress to get it off my chest light the flame off the top of the brain

09/23/2009

Author's Note:

Posted on 09/23/2009
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/23/09 at 09:14 PM

...well, i was gonna be cute and say that taste of blah might be your kahonies...but then it kept on gettin' heavy and so i quit with the cuteness and started digging a proper place on the side of a hill to erect this Easter Island head of words or truth...good jab at us beings, being.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/23/09 at 09:15 PM

...meant to say: OF TRUTH, OF TRUTH.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/24/09 at 07:24 AM

These are just the details. They seem ever so important, and, in their defense, they ARE important. But these just clutter the path. Once you sweep the details aside, and the way becomes clear, it's so much simpler to just keep goin. Well, anyway, that's just my perspective. What the heck do I know anyway? Sending you lots of love.

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