Slow Rolling

It’s in a name

those pesky brain games

once used on me

The pockets in songs

sing of women wearing thongs while they slip subliminally, all day long…

“I said yes,” plain as day…was displayed across the screen…I’m privy to your messaging

I’m getting along, I’m doing swell

I claim your courage to find you before I find Hell…ooooo!!! Like I’m seeing ghost…inner drool ensues

It’s been a few seasons, it’s been a full year

there must be a reason, let’s walk…lend me your ear…

Couch under car ports, what’s that thick blanket for…guess where my mind just soared…

The time has come, bring more game with all the good pains…that coexists with the mind heart matter…

breath maintained, pulse steady almost drained

if not, then what’s the point

I’ll never miss a chance to taste it again my friend…

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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