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Thank you, feeling pimped...
can't get enough of the high i strive for
Call me a word whore, hurts my feelings,
but isn't that what the Blues Store is made from...
but on the flip-side being frank
Sometimes when i find i'm shooting blanks
and can't seem to get it up to please
an audience i cannot see,
save for comments
which may or may not be... truthful.
While trying my best
for my efforts to be fruitful
...and let my feelings multiply
in the twilight zone
of mind-surfing troglodytes
seeking escape through Prisms
A boogie-woogie waltz
done with uncanny precision
Cry... a river, wash away the Vipers
or turn to moisture, activate wipers
While feeling their way past where light
moves beyond ordinary boundaries
where life's demands exceed our ability
to carry out our most ambitious plans
as long as we understand...
we and others, can
offer visions of note in making
ways to outlast the storms in reality
we cannot seem to shake
trying not to be a statistic, another fatality
leaving yet another empty space
our existence prematurely erased
no longer faced with the prospect
of pimping our stay for another round
of whatever we thought we could be
come, the right cards, being played
bluffing just enough to reach
a win otherwise which would not be
found otherwise, along the journey
of disparate possibilities
as we assemble our thoughts
as we connect the dots
faking our way past censors
to reach escape velocity
those of us, with just enough silence
in our souls to orchestrate revivals
a Houdini genius miracle on demand
to please an audience who understand
the demands which must be met
those who cast aside regrets...
to experience... pain, and yet
feel it so completely
we cry for them, with them,
for the others among us
for the things which
have been taken from us
We who try to escape
from prisons of this time-space,
caught between other sisters and brothers
trying to climb the walls of silence
which separate us from people
who might hate us,
but more likely hate themselves
because even they know
how hateful people can be...
looking back through history.
Kill or be killed philosophy...
better you than me...
my version of going to hell
in this time-line
suffering through yours
is better than your doing it to me
survival is like poetry
a dance we never quite end
so long as our minds find
room to breathe
and exhale...
free
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