"Left Behind"A Poem by Tommyn’ I fell by the wayside realizin’ temptation’s urge just couldn’t resist the ride no matter how I tried, or didn’t; these off road wheels are spinnin’ , chains that grip, holdin’ this black heart in, haven’t you heard! Reality is over rated? Can’t grow here this ground is undernourished, somethin’s got try to cry, to fertilize the eyes… Tourist butterfly high in the day, moth in the night, look at 'em fly, before they die; clear your sight from the haze, lost praise daze. Monarch ruler dogma barkin’, “Hark!” They’ve spread like weeds Infectin’ the world, flourishin’ on the Sower’s seed, cracked mustard nuts, savory… They want to grieve, on this need to be, free from the shell; see this blue blood starved, Hell; “Carved, I bled,” she said, with surgical cuts, as cherrys glow red, inhalin' the world, preparin' the cancerous exhale. An aftermath, reluctant path of battle, “Swear to God, I want peace, and I will fight for it!” … Rattled rivalry, playmate friends, left behind to wage the war; in frustration, sages fight for inspiration, turn the clay to Play-Doh, sculptin', not prayin' your existence to color, captured! What do you see in the world unraptured?… © 2012 TommyFeatured Review
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