Thoughts of a New Vision 67

"Minds infected with thoughts of silicone and coat-hangers
Priests and preacher are f**king more than gangbangers
Park Rangers are shut our with smoke of sins
Forgotten beauty covered up by lies and conspiracy
Plastic coating souls to hide all the hypocrisy"


What has started this thought
Brought to my attention by the attention I fought
I got to get out of this stanky dank misery
But nothing in me, frees me from the monster within me
So I brace myself, struggle, and fall
Still standing tall I'm ready for the call
All in all I'm as thick as drywall
But above all I have a deeper understanding
Demanding the reverse of self-inflicted branding
To stop the commanding of our inevitable crash-landing
But disbanding every soul from our ignorant sins
Begins the strenuous, desolate chorus of violins
And spins out the record because nobody ever wins
Played and forgotten, we move on to something more rotten
Like they got them, going off the dark end
And there's no arms to extend, no where to land
This continuous dissent was completely unplanned


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The Poem Junction: Thoughts of a New Vision 67

Friday, April 18, 2014

Thoughts of a New Vision 67

"Minds infected with thoughts of silicone and coat-hangers
Priests and preacher are f**king more than gangbangers
Park Rangers are shut our with smoke of sins
Forgotten beauty covered up by lies and conspiracy
Plastic coating souls to hide all the hypocrisy"


What has started this thought
Brought to my attention by the attention I fought
I got to get out of this stanky dank misery
But nothing in me, frees me from the monster within me
So I brace myself, struggle, and fall
Still standing tall I'm ready for the call
All in all I'm as thick as drywall
But above all I have a deeper understanding
Demanding the reverse of self-inflicted branding
To stop the commanding of our inevitable crash-landing
But disbanding every soul from our ignorant sins
Begins the strenuous, desolate chorus of violins
And spins out the record because nobody ever wins
Played and forgotten, we move on to something more rotten
Like they got them, going off the dark end
And there's no arms to extend, no where to land
This continuous dissent was completely unplanned


Thank you for reading. Your feedback and comments are appreciated. More coming soon. Please subscribe and share if you enjoyed reading this. :)

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