F&%* it.
I am the madman howling at the moon
peering through the fog
looking at life with blood shot eyes
I will stand, i will move and i will shake this place
i'm not in it for safety or routine
sensitive, insightful, my heart listens
my soul appreciates the splendor and beauty next me,
within me
i've been lost,
and found
i've felt beauty
had it eminate next to me
only to slip away
through the valley of despair
my soul ravaged,
i heard it, felt it
chills up my spine
goose bumps down my arms
the warm wet kiss of mystery
embracing the fragility of my humanity
putting a new song in my mouth
my cups spills out
locusts and honey
kingdom come
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