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Ginger Spirit

Visions of my tired legs being held out of the window is an active mind’s understood crescendo.

Never.

The less.

A life slaved to death by the fires, steel bars separating freedom from liars, expressed in burdensome chests. You’re so tiny, I’ll take the money. Light a dark sky and occupy our eyes with something shiny.

The horrors, not so funny.

Aimless flesh sold their way for a little bit of less of stress.

Will the negative whirlwinds spear the youthless seahorses?

One by one, that cake’s pieces were vaporized.

~That Dude Eddie~

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Love and Peace.

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16 comments on “Ginger Spirit

  1. your poems make me wonder if you have either been through some rough stuff, seen some or both…love your work as always!

  2. “Aimless flesh sold their way for a little bit of less of stress.” I love this line, but it is a powerful line because the meaning is truthful.

  3. You write with a great deal of power and conviction. I admire that!

  4. This one is AWESOME!!!

  5. i like this one ๐Ÿ™‚ it’s so intricate. so many things going on at once. as always, very visual. hats off to you, sir :).

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