06-28-2013, 03:13 AM | #1 |
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Divided Hill
life is full of contradictions, truths meant to be hidden complimentary divisions, each endlessly different. I've come to find that open eyelids throw a wrench in your vision so compartmentalize your mind and ride this sensory fission embrace the static fade to blackness... an archipelago of clouds dot the air with a few islands Lucy's in the sky and she's wearing her blue diamonds a stream stumbles to a puddle so be careful to move by it cuz when you hear it whisper you won't dare to abuse silence the cares of your youth lie in the water's rippled chest reflecting the meadow in a ballet of silhouettes as they sway and wiggle, stretching out their in-depth message, an audience of grass bows in windswept crescents. then you think next, what if you held the hopes that you used to? like the mountains you'd conquer and the oceans you'd cruise through but why stop there? you could even float to the moon, too lost in your thoughts, breezes flee the slopes to cocoon you. it's soothing, locked in this imagination chrysalis masked in sacred wilderness - the magic of its innocence passion at its simplest, stoned in a natural high instead of questioning, you'd be posing answers to "why?" but there's more than inspiration that these mountains can hide the vagrancies of reality once you wander past the divide... adjust to the haze muzzle your gaze... stained gray behemoths slouch in slumbering stacks concrete skeletons erected as a puzzle for rats. the heavens are hidden hellishly in eruptions of ash but you don't notice it - you're settled in a hustle for cash to stay ahead you keep on pedaling combustible traps like your unquenchable elephant bent on guzzling gas LED is the future, son! the sun is the past so keep your shutters collapsed - just in case some light might've snuck in the cracks living the plight of a proton; you're stuck in a mass and the further you float, the more the others'll laugh. you hunt for your next meal long as it's smothered in fat and even though your veins are choking you keep stuttering back amidst these sputtering facts, I didn't mention the streets the piss-warm air as it's carrying the stench of disease this is how life's supposed to be in 2011 business as usual in cubicles till you've pounded your head in counting the hours and seconds until the final whistle blow so you can sit in front of a screen till you forget why you're miserable... I won't deny the silver lining that I laced in the sky cuz to be honest, every "you" could be replaced with an "I" yet I won't say it's a lie, my little hatred of technology since many words of wisdom are mistaken for hypocrisy I don't totally look down upon the progress of today I just don't know how we'll afford it - or what currency we'll pay but if you can move into the truth imbued in this vignette you'll find a quiet so beautiful you'll be muted to thin breaths so close your eyes and see the light of everything you didn't know cuz half of every scene is seeing what isn't shown |
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