found a couple pennies in my floorboards..
 

i didn't hafta try...howling at moons brought fourth sons
primordial thought crossed lines...crossed time with loss won.
one lost would cross some, but cross said alls done.
so resolute in inifinite uncertainty, to cross that'd be awe-some.
the jester'd reside nextdoor to false wisdom, enthralled and amused.
a false partnership befalls all who it called to be viewed.
yet they all continuously do. one grasp of a familiar opposite opposes,
yet, its probable, that the option imposes a climax more true.
but wat cryer would provide flyer bearing this heir of excuse?
I embrace what can- tastes of man, torn at ease of what is, and
if what isn't what actually is, then wat is this sham?
matrixes of woven fallices of broken majesty drenched in travesty...
blood serving a mental note though repitition of catastrophy.
we battle for all with only half of we...
not knowing the half of what half would be.
so many questions to be quested, yet we guess them.
the foolish in the cool of the unmoved students... introspection neglected.
let come what may til june scorches and december wins torches.
dismembered limb at spirit's whim, where no longer, mirrors lend portrait.
we will collectively see what we seek and all surrounding....
those devoted to unwound foundings may be ground or found drowning.

I gotta be honest first couple lines flew right by me...but that could be the wording because through out this I was a bit misplaced. great word use..felt like at times you just used words to rhyme tho...didn't really have a direction at times..just all out rhyming which is cool and I guess I cant take this for a topical..feels more like a SnF flex type of piece sprinkled with some cool ideas that when developed could be some HOF type of shit...but this cool man nothing really outrages but I read it through...gotta count or something.

"primordial thought crossed lines...crossed time with loss won.
one lost would cross some, but cross said alls done"

really like this. Loved little twists to wording and intellectual word play sparced throughout the verse. For its size this was full of content and read smoooothly which really just keeps the reader focused and eager to flow with the piece. I look forward to reading more from you V

matrixes of woven fallices of broken majesty drenched in travesty...
blood serving a mental note though repitition of catastrophy.
so many questions to be quested, yet we guess them.

liked those lines^^ i wasnt quite sure what this piece was specifically about though, all i could pic was my friends that have been to iraq. reminded me a lot of war, and just how society may play pretend with one another in how they feel about it. some are real, some put their heads in the sand. anyways, not sure if that was your intention, but it was an interesting read

thank you all for the great feed.

bump.

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