What was I supposed to be?
Were the layers of humanity I once created
Just a vision of an alter ego?
If Ashem was here to see
He'd laugh at me for what I'd done
Redemption is heard from inside yourself
At least, that's what I was told
I can't see it
I can't feel it
I don't ignore it
nothing comes before it
And before my time has come full circle
someone grabs my shoulder
The light in the darkest of places
and walks with me along the path I walk
The path that inevitably ends along
but only can truly begin with two
this path I walk, we walk
the mountains I climb, we climb
and if I fall from the edge that hand grabs me befor
How can you be a poet,
and not even know it?
Is the saying true
or do we just do
the things that make us who we are
the things that take us very far
into a world of dreams that is poised
far above pollution and noise
where people don't tell you what isn't fair
where all you breathe is cool, musk air
but you say to yourself without a thought
is this right? is it for naught?
When i came to this place
a stupid smile on my face
the world ahead and sadness behind
only it wasn't mine to find
a world of dreams and synergy
like some sort of fucked up reality
A reality of dreams that would never be
just involve you and just involve
The Scene being serene
Green as seen the automated dream
Red and yellow make a sheen
The visage of the unseen
Dirtiest of clean
Clean not clean
Green as green
Blue as we've seen
So what have we seen?
We ask the queen
She says serene
Serene as we've seen
We walk the dream
We talk with speed
We run through our continuing thieves
Our fully compatible things
We see are serene
What is red, blue or green?
What is dream and what Is serene?
You know what? This is stupid.
No more green let's be yellow
My Tide, Your Tide, Our Tide by justKiff, literature
Literature
My Tide, Your Tide, Our Tide
Demonized and patronized
ostracized and criticized
Well who gives a fuck what you think?
I sure as hell don't
"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death"
I think this is the stupidest part of all
Anyone can love and anyone can hate
But not everyone can appreciate
the gifts they are given every day
Perhaps one is a child who loves to be squished
perhaps one is a friend who will always listen
perhaps one is a gaming buddy who always hits the double eagle
or, just maybe it's someone you don't expect
Well fuck that
I don't care to believe your stupidity or ideology
Who says that the world was created in seven days?
If yo