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Peace be the journey though retarded through an attitude.
Believe me Miss, It's all subconcious not a type of tune.
Burning through the pipe inciting slightly non-organic moods.
Such is life passing peace because we got to share it,
Some declare it though to me it's simply fair to flair it.
And past the dare of it it's care that keeps this automatic,
Son of a bitches gone, mother fuckers, and God damnits.
Though Utopia seems way too cold, emotionless with happy faces
Seemingly etched into stone, I suppose it's just a goal,
Lone, an end mark of the spectrum, lesson: dreams are just a step
In that direction.
Yes and, past a certain point you're too invested.
Dressed in coat and tie a very clean selection.
Hidden in plain sight, your mind developed nicely, rightly,
Proud to have investments you check nightly.
Pridefully we love life, each and all of us.
Trust in the measure of society, enough's enough.
I feed the soul more importantly to wait and see
The weight to be of happiness immeasurably leadening.
Beyond ambivalance be sure to tread so carefully
That heavy footfalls never land amiss amidst the ambiance.
Or take some Ambian 'cause medication's dandy hand me them,
Pass the stress relief to keep me from rambling.
It doesn't matter 'cause we'll always have the song
That we can fall back on when packing snaps emotionally strong,
Keep the peace, wrong! Sometimes, it's anger that defines us.
The only measure of truth is what words can remind us.
So thus I'm blind, no leader say, or counselor.
But peace be the journey no I won't withold my anger.
Stepping towards my goals I'm getting old but still in danger,
reminiscent of the visits daring nature.
Flaring paper, written flame and vapor.
Passing peace amongst myself to keep from sharing later.
I guess it's rhythmic failure or some sort of rhetoric saviour,
My behaviour's explained despite it's horrible nature.
So unforgiving, so I won't apologize.
Just keep my peace and hold my gaze amongst the open skies.
Realize this isn't mine, nor some guide or hate memento,
Simply peace found through honesty with pens and pencils.
Poetry by Phill
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Written on 2012-06-02 at 21:52
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Peace be the Journey
Through all the days left developing: I'm leveling with you.Peace be the journey though retarded through an attitude.
Believe me Miss, It's all subconcious not a type of tune.
Burning through the pipe inciting slightly non-organic moods.
Such is life passing peace because we got to share it,
Some declare it though to me it's simply fair to flair it.
And past the dare of it it's care that keeps this automatic,
Son of a bitches gone, mother fuckers, and God damnits.
Though Utopia seems way too cold, emotionless with happy faces
Seemingly etched into stone, I suppose it's just a goal,
Lone, an end mark of the spectrum, lesson: dreams are just a step
In that direction.
Yes and, past a certain point you're too invested.
Dressed in coat and tie a very clean selection.
Hidden in plain sight, your mind developed nicely, rightly,
Proud to have investments you check nightly.
Pridefully we love life, each and all of us.
Trust in the measure of society, enough's enough.
I feed the soul more importantly to wait and see
The weight to be of happiness immeasurably leadening.
Beyond ambivalance be sure to tread so carefully
That heavy footfalls never land amiss amidst the ambiance.
Or take some Ambian 'cause medication's dandy hand me them,
Pass the stress relief to keep me from rambling.
It doesn't matter 'cause we'll always have the song
That we can fall back on when packing snaps emotionally strong,
Keep the peace, wrong! Sometimes, it's anger that defines us.
The only measure of truth is what words can remind us.
So thus I'm blind, no leader say, or counselor.
But peace be the journey no I won't withold my anger.
Stepping towards my goals I'm getting old but still in danger,
reminiscent of the visits daring nature.
Flaring paper, written flame and vapor.
Passing peace amongst myself to keep from sharing later.
I guess it's rhythmic failure or some sort of rhetoric saviour,
My behaviour's explained despite it's horrible nature.
So unforgiving, so I won't apologize.
Just keep my peace and hold my gaze amongst the open skies.
Realize this isn't mine, nor some guide or hate memento,
Simply peace found through honesty with pens and pencils.
Poetry by Phill
Read 859 times
Written on 2012-06-02 at 21:52
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