Strong side intense colliding images of villages
i've been verbally fighting lately.
Greatly suffocating thoughts we thought we lost,
tossed into holocaust vibes
expressed through sidewalk chalk lines.
two sides, left side appealing to baked minds
while the right side is overpopulated with hazardous land mines.
good times, bad times beginning with bugged eyes,
and a skeletal facial structure melting off as time flies.
Cries, wandering a whole mile to find
echoing tones; bones externally appearing where flesh lies.
Mistakes made, but mind bending insane games
are gradually creating new rules and brain pains.
These Pains are my laughter, my music, my expression.
They're even my troubles distinguishing
a full hour from a millisecond.
Risky Dangerous pages turned on the 10th month of a bad year.
Now i find absolute beauty in my past fears.
