Judge, of Judges
You wanna know what the world looks like,
to me?
I 'am inches
From loneliness
that lies
Parallel
On Glass
mirrors.
But what you,
could not feel.
But what you,
could not see.
Was thee eruption
it lit off in me.
Cause suddenly
Conversation and acitvity
became the Euphoric Powder
That
Gave
Power
To A Voice
within
SPEAKING: With Vibrations
Emanating
world
take
over situations.
Caught,
in
a
Rhyme,
I
no
longer
see
peoples
faces
Their hearts?
Weightless.
Cause Dreams
of
Currency
and comfort
is
all thats needed
to induldge
this
trip.
But when I awake
Theres still that
cold solitude
that
sits...
in his cair
of
aquiessence
TORMENTING
the
SOUL
the
ESSENCE
His long nailed fingers
Choking
Away
at
every
thought
ACTION
and
EMOTION
He cackles
Through
bloody
nosed
con
fess
ion
.
.
.
Concentrated
on
long
white
l
e
g
s
Not
Chocolate
Cooperation
His memory lives on
smudge glass and
pipa residue.
He
She
We
Tu
Yo
El CoCo
Cardenas
Was the loneliness
I
created
so ...
I
wouldn't
Have
to
be
lonely
no
more.
Does that sound crazy to you?
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