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A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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06/2013

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I can't keep it within the lines
I can't make it okay
migraines replace wisdom 
and I am unable to focus 
through the electromagnetism 
that is carefully placed
over my opening eye
returned to the physical world
I am slapped with the uncertainty 
of this disengaged dimension 
I miss my dad
he was right
blinded, I am lead by the lost
in alliance with the damned 
we go from one fountain of lies
to the next

© 2014 joshua deathdealer


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blinded, I am lead by the lost
in alliance with the damned
we go from one fountain of lies
to the next

God... That is a s****y combination dude. :)

But who has not been there at some point? Lucky for them. Or unlucky to be so 'perfect'.
Love your style. It's honest, authentic...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I enjoyed the read and the flow. When I first read it a while ago I didn't know how to respond. I do now. Thank you for the share!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a very nice poem, the message being conveyed through fluid rhymes certainly makes good on its poetic nature.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

blinded, I am lead by the lost
in alliance with the damned
we go from one fountain of lies
to the next

God... That is a s****y combination dude. :)

But who has not been there at some point? Lucky for them. Or unlucky to be so 'perfect'.
Love your style. It's honest, authentic...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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