Acoustics I wear
The acoustics
of despair
of repair
of care
The myriad rhythms
the rhyme
about to bear
about to rear
about to bare
Will. Never. Understand.
died on the peak of pride
lived on the bald mountains of perception,
haven't explored the forests of fear
swam the rivers of righteousness
never dived into the depths of decision making
Won't. Understand.
the lair
the tear
the wear
Acoustics I wear
The sounds
of snare
of stairs
of dare
Acoustics
Acoustics I wear
Random scribbles, thoughts and ideas cooked up in my mind . Some from memory some well trained obsessions. Some dark, some disgusting, some saintly, some sickening. The regurgitation of my sometimes tired, sometimes stimulated, sometimes dead mind.
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Wednesday, September 4, 2019
SOUND OF HAIR
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