Hallucinogenius
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I spy with my little eye,
Creations of the invisible,
Bleed from the sky.

I envision with infinite decision,
A banquet of lizards,
Battling for first incision.

I saw through the cracks in the door
An automated saint,
Beneath a righteous whore.





It's probably unfinished.
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(10-30-2020, 06:40 PM)Kingsausage1778 Wrote:  I spy with my little eye,
Creations of the invisible,
Bleed from the sky.

I envision with infinite decision,
A banquet of lizards,
Battling for first incision.

I saw through the cracks in the door
An automated saint,
Beneath a righteous whore.





It's probably unfinished.

The imagery in this poem is exquisite.
"I have no one to talk to about the shit that goes on inside my head." -- M
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(10-31-2020, 12:56 AM)MelaniaStarHans Wrote:  
(10-30-2020, 06:40 PM)Kingsausage1778 Wrote:  I spy with my little eye,
Creations of the invisible,
Bleed from the sky.

I envision with infinite decision,
A banquet of lizards,
Battling for first incision.

I saw through the cracks in the door
An automated saint,
Beneath a righteous whore.





It's probably unfinished.

The imagery in this poem is exquisite.

Thank you, that's very kind. Smile
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#4
Hahaha this is fun! Writing a poem can be so hard. Sometimes short is sweet.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Rob Cave
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