Ed Homer

In the effervescent light
Of the social justice torches
Hunting the Frankenstein of life
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The desire to differ
Follows a long and distant road
Where those who change the norm
Will come and go rise and fall
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Darkened corridors of blight
Soothingly comfort the mind
Lavish streams of iridescence
Strangling our independence
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Curiosity often quoted
Seldom left alone
People cannot mind their own
So life become eroded
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I see what others cannot
I seek the knowledge of her soul
For her beauty is tremendous
Yet left in a darkened hole
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I sit in my abode
I look out among the stars
Wondering what transpired
Inciting this social war
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I lie my head down by the creek
Listening for the sounds
All sorts of things I hear
Only to confound
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My mind thinks of a
Far away place
Where times were different
Memories abound
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Eyes burning
Breathing flames
Anger at its
Highest peak
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Blatant lies are all around me
Nightmares entering my dreams
I cannot seem to find the answers
What has come over me
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I'm sitting in a diner
I order my delight
I taste it so delicately
I roll my eyes
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Diverse animals of nature
Come together in the night
Each vying for attention
Each raising in their height
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Fires burning, Embers glowing
Shining into the night
Screeching voices permeate
As exfoliation of my derma unwinds
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Before you wake up
You notice its night
Blaming biological clocks
Feels so right
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Boredom
The inability to satisfy your needs
Boredom
The inability to make things complete
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