In your mind you feel cold,
in your eyes you see frost.
In your mind you feel hot,
in your eyes you see waving air.
In your mind you feel the evil in the world,
in your eyes you see the blade penetrate your heart.
In your mind you feel love,
in your eyes you see love enveloping the world.
Which do you want?
Which do you choose?
Which do you see?
I wander into
A room full of people who
Know him but not me
It takes a village
The old proverb tells us
But that’s subjective
I go out walking
And stop and smell the roses
What else do you want?
It smells like urine
In the park you don’t go to
The homeless folks park
To exist or not?
Raised by hamlet, who really
Has the right answer
Where are your weapons?
The general asks us poor
We can’t afford them
To look into the
Depths of another mans soul
Is not for the weak
Tread lightly around
Lions and Tigers and Bears
During the winter
Always in an envelope, seemingly drifting
now awake, the current slows
eddies whirl around me, return the physical to me
two hands pulling,
one of pleasure, with no reward
the other of difficulty, unseen mountains to climb
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