Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Mid summers rabble

Words are only worth a bounty
Behind the cloth and velvet frank waits
The truth to be known is worthless in their eyes.

Like a spike inside the tongues of
a salvo you hide. Hide from Ego that is killing all that is left.

Hunting and gathering will gain nigh,
In the hindsight spilled out from the elders mouth.
Frank waited for an eternity which was really only 5 measly minutes.

Spoiled eggs and dreams
are all that is left when everything is all said and done. Still said ego grows.


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