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Sktzo
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AWAKENING MINDS

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The Weeping Willow

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The Weeping Willow

I’m known & understood to be the living forth-giving
And never ending breathing weeping willow
A depressive and highly aggressive sad fellow!
No need to play an orchestra of cellos
My heart is puffed up so much that it bellows.

My pride has defeated me
Hatred has depleted all of my life force and energy.
It’s kind of weird as I ponder how ridiculously
It was for me to stand tall thinking and speaking so pompously.

Being hunched over and yet remaining sober
And yet feeling like life is already over
Aggressively seeking for the four leaf clover
To make the drastic change in circumstantial arrangements
‘Cause I believe that I’ve been deceived and reached the level of derangement

Nearly insane and living in pain not only in the flesh but in the realm of my brain
Which reaches the synapses of my neurological?
Possibly making me a highly plausible
Psycho that’s been created pathological
How I can speak so logical and yet react so illogical?
Where is the rhetoric
Awaiting the end of the world by a me-te-oric.
Shower, the power of a waking hour
Everyday my moments are bitter & sour.

Although some moments that are few I admit, they at times are sweet
But I can not defeat
That which can not be seen, or affected by my plotting & fighting?
Whatever it is causing me agony, has done so by much inciting
So I sit here writing my next movement of chase
Without feeling hurt, I disperse the curse upon the head of the mal-nutrition face.
Although my words can be displaced
My pain of two years plus
Can not just easily be erased
I have once again fallen from the eyes of grace
Already foreseen
By the eyes that are like eagles which are keen
Fighting from the bowels of my intestinal wall & spleen
Hoping someone reading will understand what I mean!

I fight from my interior which is revealed through the exterior
No fabric lining while crying & whining
Wishing & hoping no longer praying while daily I continue my coping.

sKtZo

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