04-06-2024, 06:41 PM | #1 |
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Cimmerian - Another Turn of The Earth
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Sitting with Nine muses, sipping on glowing fluids, I the tribal druid, on a quest for a love movement, To my amusement, I watch butterflies float on wind, As the breeze hums the wings, like stroked violin strings, Inspiring, eyes shining like refined mined diamonds, Reflecting enough light to break night the event horizon, Admiring, the gentle path of nature in my cycle, The idle, aren’t dynamic enough to move my dipoles, Watch light pull, life like curious insects to the flame, We all live and die, either with nothing or fame, it’s all the same, They say time pains, but I’m rather anticipating, That in recreation, I’m the first in line waiting, I’m stating false facts, never, just true myths, Like rocks on water, I skip moments when I do this, New to this? Aren’t we all, but our souls are geriatric, Your body is a temple, enough with silicon and plastic, Salene packed tits, lifts, tucks, DNA clones, Right or Wrong, you choose a genome or the poem, I leave bread tracks in the form of said facts to find my way home, ….And It’s right here, I still travel light years, to spite fear, It’s quite clear, that you know I enlight peers, It’s my position, to be G.aining O.nes D.efinition, And refract 95% of my brain map that doesn’t listen, Who’s wishing, for a better chance, because how his day went? Life is for the layman, Your eternity is what you make it… ------------------ *Human Logix* "My pestilence is evident, in three forms of excellence, Prevalent sentiments, in Past, Future, and Present Tense" - Cimmerian
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