originally started on the 21st
of february and never finished
just sat in my drafts till now
i kind of dislike it somewhat
and im not quite sure why
decided to just post it now anyway
as usual and for best results/effect
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if it is not auto-playing
diluted minds, like medicine in water,
ripple echoing outwards
or like ice in a drink
slowly diluting the flavor
and like in laboratories
rats sit in cages waiting
for the next experiment
the next test to see what results come
the gift of life on this planet
rarely understood by most
tossed aside for the self and selfish ways
tossed aside for the me right now
never mind that we don't last long
that life comes and goes abruptly
a sudden start and a sudden end
like turning the light on or off in a room
...like lights in a room
yet, we've reached an impasse
and we're also past the point of no return
living through devices and systems of control that
twist the mind and choke love out
not remembering the fact that
whatever we focus our minds on intently
that is exactly what our minds and lives will emulate
input and output
eat bad food become in bad health
well, the strings are pulled and the people dance
and then they complain
and when the strings are cut and the people are free
they also complain
content in their malcontentment
and the cat sleeps in the suns rays
the child plays with nothing else in existence
in that moment that they play
the bird flies and sings it's song
the grasses and flowers that dance in springs
affirmation of potential
and the leaves that sprout from branches
of trees that dance with the winds lead
and we.....we poke and prod each other
we stab and destroy each other
we gaze and glare with hate filled flare
never realizing the truth
never seeing the hands that guide us
to that kind of defeat
well, the temperatures went from frozen to nearly
hot and then to cool,
and i? i sat in the same room with the same four
walls in the same fluctuation of thoughts and emotions
reminding me of eternity's call
as the day's light taps my eye lids to open like flowers
in springs bloom
after another midnights passing
i feel melancholy most days
with the occasional lonely and sad day
and my dreams still occasionally poke and prod
me to tears as i wake
and the girl cat still lives and dreams in ways
that would be a magic unto my aching mind
that would be a comfort to my broken and worn down heart
my eyes grow heavy
hopefully i will dream heavily into worlds of beauty
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