Sight of Times

Remembering mind

distant blind,

worldly crimes

 

Steel drums

filled, cartoons an candy

but the man is burning it

down…

 

I’m stuck dumb

jets carrier, distant landing

lickety split,

but the man is burning it

down…

 

Whom does make all the rules,

just because

i burn, doesn’t mean,

what do you think…

 

You darling

our not dead yet…

How ever?


Sight of Times

Sight of Times

By the counsel,

ten of ten,

protect the gift at all cost.

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