Prison of the Rose

Thorny ridges, brushing back Getting into so much slack Much ado with waking time Not much ringing to the rhyme. Pristine clutches, diamond digs Singing for the groveling pigs Trash talk, pouty, with a glance Change it all to take a stance. Rosebush thorny, through and through Rippling forth comes morning dew Listen to the …

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Waters of the Mind

Waters deep and swirling round Banging on the hardest ground Reaping what the old sage sows Wanting what the cold wind blows Puttering, sputtering Wheelhouse round Listen to the crackle-y sound Grinding, Crush All this to mush And yet it is all tall and lush. Triangulate mind Spiraling down, to unwind Listening is such a …

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