PoeticMayheim
Witness;
11/24/05
come witness this pen's repention
from the pads neglect, lacking contact
cause thoughts have been dormant,
transparent to the game of life,
floating on clouds, dreaming of days
amongst the thunder, contemplating
different miracle wonders;
mystic vapors evaporating in lungs;
smokey visions dressed as premonitions;
times when ropes strung around trees;
times in cells praying for bail,
awaiting death's dying day;
living in hell; blinded by four letters
deterred from acting better,
hibernating without grandma's hand-netted sweater,
but still manage to whither 20 below weather;
fornicated for many years, never knowing
it would surface again in a time when
righteously is how i chose to live
come witness this pen's repention
from the pads neglect, lacking contact
cause thoughts have been dormant,
transparent to the game of life,
floating on clouds, dreaming of days
amongst the thunder, contemplating
different miracle wonders;
mystic vapors evaporating in lungs;
smokey visions dressed as premonitions;
times when ropes strung around trees;
times in cells praying for bail,
awaiting death's dying day;
living in hell; blinded by four letters
deterred from acting better,
hibernating without grandma's hand-netted sweater,
but still manage to whither 20 below weather;
fornicated for many years, never knowing
it would surface again in a time when
righteously is how i chose to live
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Witness;
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