Saturday, August 16, 2014

skid marks and a hanged man


skid marks and a hanged man

mother of mine..

undignified....

a sad man has ceased bringing happiness.....

his sadness has become ours...

a spinning planet does not rest...

attainable knowledge remains unsought....

crashing waves ease the mind...

a hand sifts through the sand while the sun sifts through the soul...

life is ours to behold....

death is another's world to own.

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