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What Was Is Not

Updated on October 29, 2013
Sail me upon an ocean of wild flowers pulsating in sunlight adrift butterflies that sail the currents that germinates time.
Sail me upon an ocean of wild flowers pulsating in sunlight adrift butterflies that sail the currents that germinates time. | Source

What Was Is Not


Abreactions swarm in dejections

Emotions distraught ‘n tangled

Twisted awash to churn aground

Shifts forward stall still asunder

Time turned to flounder aimlessly.


Wail the frail abrasion searing pain

Hail a depth of hell’s depravity scorned

Stoning devil dwelling liars with inner truth.

Reflections aglow alive inner aura refractions

Oblique distortions of pyre abstractions,

Where life-forces at peace come together.


What preconditions will swell morbid

Upon acid reigns of dire debauchery

In Demigod self emulated idolatry,

Wherein model facades wear masks

In graven inert filled skeletal frames

Hollowed out humanity, so forlorn.

Lost, so lost, they crumble up alone alive.


Cracks do open the fragile fissure shell

Containment of programmed detainment

Boa constrictor tight reigned conformity

That stagnates minds

In submissive subjugation.

That cloned minds in,

“What Was Is Not.”

“To Be”

In naught to bee,

Wilts one germination summation

For inside some shells is pure hell.

Where there is no sweet nectar

To enjoy life’s honey.


(From picture above)

Nectar


Sail me upon an ocean

of wild flowers

pulsating in sunlight

adrift butterflies

that sail

the currents

that germinates time.


David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 10/28/13 ©

It is hell, when you break open the shell against conformity for everyone will chastise you to comply to their terms of existence, but when one spreads those wings there is no turning back, only celestial heaven navigated by cerebral minds.
It is hell, when you break open the shell against conformity for everyone will chastise you to comply to their terms of existence, but when one spreads those wings there is no turning back, only celestial heaven navigated by cerebral minds.

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