Vision Ghost Poems

Few accounted for the choice of a trigger squeezed
Or the fathomed forgiveness of such anger unsolved
The looming acronym within a translation of mind
Thought in the chronology of emotions yet unsigned
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The subliminal ambiguity from the corner of your room
That of the technological transmission received to groom
The perfect consumer and forever so in such obedience
Yield to the hours of your life’s insubstantial conscience
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Often from one; the delirium of waking dreams
In cordial to the rays of existential unfelt streams
Flow to the over analytical disposition of a heart
Confused, lost, without compass and torn apart
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When it released that of the red pearls not solidified
I held it to my tongue and remember how she cried
Before the taste goes cold like of the warmth of her
The heat seeping now through the eviscerated cure
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The reactor for the pathological ideologies in continuum
Burn to the integrity of humanity to a totality in a sum
For the multiple of society that crumbles and decays
We are screaming in ourselves for vitriol in such delays
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An emptiness so vast an encyclopaedia answers no query as many are confiscated
Via the coursing realms of confusions that lay still but wake so complicated
I sense the sea's air relinquish my faith in breathing for life so agitated
I am clothed in my defence against the wind but my thoughts alone are naked
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These apparitional conditions of the dead as communication
A whispering to the cause of the prickles in statics condition
Standing on end as so the trestles roll tight in such fear
The electrocution of mechanism brings voice to revere
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Almost no time for the dictation of time between this
This life, these moments and the slowly darkening bliss
Watching your innocent eyes looking down at me in tears
Wishing I could reach out; take away your many fears
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Delirium that begin to wear off as my eyes opened
The memories’ seconds flicker to now comprehend
Rising from lying here alone but realise I am so not
This stranger next to me sat with legs crossed on this spot
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Condoned these anxiety’s as I taste the salt thus fallen to the back of my throat
I want to grip this fear in fists of fire and bleed the breaking skin as blood doth float
A tendency to rip to the soul and cleanse with flame abolish all cowardice rendered
To touch that which reaps the pain and feel the furies anthologies so distempered
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