It is apparently clear

That what we have here

Is something to fear

From knowing it’s near…

Silly as it maybe

It’s all that you see

Is how to be free

As you follow me

You could’ve just stayed

And took a little trade

It’s better to get paid

On a deal that you made

Don’t listen, I say

Choose your own way

Be as it may

That you will pay

Rhymes and riddles, riddles that rhyme

Clocks that tick, bells that chime

Gushing waters, sands of time

Set in place, perfect crime

Trial and tribulation

Lost my motivation

With no affiliation

of loss of concentration…….

Here’s my confession

A growing obsession

To fight the depression

In one small session

A little crazy, it’s true

How it speaks to you

But you know that I knew

And would follow through

All that you saw

the drawings I draw

Ruff and still raw

Still breaking the law…..



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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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kijealy’s Poems (48)

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never lover 0
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of dust and memories 1
drop it all 1
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wall of ice 0
black rein 0
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knew you knew 1
consumed 0
shadows calling 3
bloody hell 2
see inside my cube.... 0
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twisted 1
tomorrow 0
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sob story 1
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poison 0
perfection doesn't exist 0
passion 0
myself 0
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inside of you 0
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feeding demons 0
endless night 0
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dreams 0
darkness 1
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