The atmosphere has touched yet again.

The consecrated skin has touch again
Hear the heart pump courage
Twisted concepts make it to another sunrise
It has been gone so long, so long.
When the uninhabited met the landscape.
The overwhelming feeling of disappointment
No silver blessed bullet can stop the fox,
Consistently surviving the hunt. Abnormal.
The relentless countdown taking bite sized chunks
It hit me so unkind, it took the last piece of sky
Disenchanted backdrop ran through everything.
The atmosphere has touched yet again.

While the sleep is restful

I roll over because the sand is warmer there
Glancing at the sun, through the gaps in my hat
Hollowing for just moments, I can ignore
While the sleep is restful, my thoughts are full

Each clench of the fist draws iron from my side
The palace has no warm spots, but stinks of wealth
But at night by the fire, conversation can be great
While the sleep is restful, the house is still cold

Testify the great man who told the truth of the future
No matter what though, I won't be here to see it
The man and his future look similar to mine, Rigor Mortis
While the sleep is restful, it is forever.

The Dimples

I checked the time an hour ago
I still look at your watch

I made a time to make it
I still was late

I had scheduled the date
But the time never came

I lost my little toe at the wharf
I was so proud to see the gold star on there

I challenged the stranger
He was good at Rock, Scissor, Paper. I lost

I stood at the lights hoping for it to be sunny
But it was scorching



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The Mist..

The Mist that, is Mist

Look at the Mist hit your face
You are so beautiful in Spring
My ankle has clicked since that day
That colour always looks good on you
The toll ahead seems a little steep

The Mist is more, than Mist

Hands held tight in to the night
We just leave the light on until 3:38
The bills are due yesterday
I know a day with you is worth it
Destiny is our experiences

The, is more than Mist

All that matters is we are baking.
But I love you.
Mist on my cheek,
Mist on my boot.
I could not see the end.

Nothing will stop the Mist.


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The Sqwinchy Test

The Sqwinchy Test


Each nestled feather has and entry
The fickle pose of the duck was a problem
There was a time when the duckling was brave
But now the gunpowder has to be removed before it is cooked.


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Inception Note

Inception Note

I call out to my future self.
I can not hear my cheers.
Will I still feel pain?
May my heart beat.

My horizon nears
My eyes are wrinkled.
Not the same as its contents
It is neatly compacted.

All lined up ready to preform
The rain has not been here in days.
This time I see the wagon
But I am lost at sea.

No one will be there
Some things are just broken.
May the contents stay
May the contents stay


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