the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Brain Pressure

Brainstorming with my head in the clouds,
Oh yes this is how,
Yes this is just how it flows.
Like the slow churning
Cool burning
Of an ominous breeze,
Right outside my window.

Why do we invite hurt,
Becoming blood brothers
With poisonous words?
Because they are words.
Humans hoard and then get bored,
So then they hoard again.
And we swear off our bias
And we wear out our names
Worth no more than the check
And the ink of the pen.

We build up our fake deaths
And then we all make bets
And then we make regrets,
But now I have digressed...

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