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Busy
Hectic
Mind numbing
Serine.
Chaos
Art
News
World
Crime
Buildings
Fear
Taxi
Hotdogs
Chatter
Ocean
Immigrants
Life
Open windows.
All I wanted was a shoulder to cry on
To give me something to hold dear
Something to listen
And something to have all to my own..
But that's unrealistic.
Stupid, even.
How can I depend on something so unobtainable to run my life?
But it's something I cannot live without.
The whole world is one big taboo.
Why so we judge so harshly?
Why can't we just get along?
Love each other?
Why is everything different
strange...
What's wrong with us?
It's something human
natural
uncontrollable.
Accept it.
Her hair flowed through the sunlight
Catching waves of amber
She looked back at me and smiled
Lips parting to show pearls
Such perfect as she ran through that field
The breeze swaying the tall grass
The memories that still warm me.
The ring glows around his decrepit little fingers.
Such an unsightly thing...
Yet so precious.
Blue eyes that cry in agony..
Pale skin that refuses the sun's kindness.
Kindness that is fading.
And an instinct to kill.
I hear them mumbling behind my back...
I know what they're saying.
They snicker, sneer.
I'm just a big joke to them.
But I ignore it.
Why should I care?
So I'll go on my way and try not to think
Of their mumbles that ripped at my mind.
Such strong signals.
So little time.
Why can we sense some and others remain untouched?
It's so simplistic yet so demanding.
it'll rip out your soul or complete it.
Something one can never describe in words.
I feel the most.
Lion and the lamb
so courageous and small
adorable and frail
strong symbolically.
What it is to be slung over the Shepherd's shoulder
to be praised
and loved.
I find it odd, how you represent a plant.
Nature in all aspects.
Death.
So harsh, for such distraction.
Who are they to judge us? Just because they've deemed themselves superior?
Though you cannot rebel
a sentence like this.
it's something we have to face, nothing we can disobey.
Such worn hands.
So many years providing
Old age can't take you.
Your soul is weathered... your spirit strong.
How I admire you and your dedication.
How I love you Grandfather.
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