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Sacred tears free-fall in verse
spiraling out-of-control
in recognized reflections of futures,
fore-told in past steps of familiar.
A path of clues lead to where I walked
lightly at times
yet you can see the limp
dragging the rear with tales breeding
their own fate,
effigy mirroring cracked shivers
of twilight revelations
that only the dark can produce
in a market of sin.
Chapter One begins
with born induced innocence
where tubes fed the growth of
happier days
until channel surfing caught a wave
rolling in grass
and swamps,
filled with tin soldiers
giving their lives to the firing pin of war
that never was.
Chapter Two attacks with global warming
on dance floors decorated with fever
every move a Saturday night junkies dream
as powder turned white-fall,
blowing more than brains out the backdoor
while Ginger dropped to her knees
and gave the man what he wanted,
only he didn't realize he was begging for his life
as she lip-sync a nations new disorder,
aided by legions of the unprotected.
Chapter Three wasted a turn of the century
hopes
promises
a glutton of punishment
for an army of believers
gunned down in history
repeating itself
over and over
in the bushes of a blackboard jungle,
we can't see
past our hearts.
Chapter Four is written with a wind
trying desperately to dry the ink
before a spill occurs,
covering the tracks of my past.
A lifetime of remnants,
relics needed to remember
how beautiful the world is now,
because of you
because of us
life truly does begin at fifty,
and my last chapter will be written in true love.
