Treasure Island

Alex Kenneh

(02/10/1992 / Philadelphia)

Stay


Outspoken mind the silence,
God and losing family,
The two things to fear,
Moses past a couple years,
Lost of Yamaha factored
In my guilty consciousness,
Her keys now retired indefinitely,
Steadily doctored by life,
Prognosis saudade ethereal,

Seductive secular sensations,
Stay unconscious if the
Real world haunts you,
Sobering feeling, addicted
Out of right mind, left
Reminded of those who
Built up to corrupt us,
Our dreams will never rust,

Authors activists artists,
On behalfs of the divided,
Day and night will never cease,
Fields of the fatherless,
Lost Ones wonder about,
The role call for Heaven, as
Piercing hopes, immersed arrows.
Affirmative actions shadow.

Submitted: Sunday, January 12, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014

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