cheersA Poem by joshua deathdealer07/2011 we are creatures of the dusk, unknowing of the subtle dawn here you can find me, installed in my element the night is ours, constantly on to the next one we raise bottles to ancient, forgotten tidings followed by hear hears and shots to the head conversations erupt across layers of silence where the hell have you been? bands, girls romances eternally lost, intoxication found music blares, carrying us through with glee smoke spirals, laced with ideas as we swing golf clubs at our frustrations this is our convention of liberation our show of connection with humanity they say this might be the best years of our lives in acknowledgment I fill our glasses with elevation hereafter may we never sleep, washing the windows of our world © 2013 joshua deathdealerAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"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..Writing
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