Just Paranoia, the Black kind.

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Just Paranoia, the Black kind.

White paper aged yellow
coffee brown spills
crayoned orange duckbills
pink highlights
purple shades
rainbow diversity fades
dark brown fudges
ink blot smudges...

Scribbled Black and Bled Black
leaves harmlessly,
turns back,
A Harmful Glass-shard Man
Ranranranran ran
ran into the day
Dressed in white
Over incognito
Under sight
Secretly Changes
Glum to Gloom
Replaced a bride
Married some groom
He's your Ma
She's your Pa
Corner of my eye
Coulda been a claw

Nearby, a sigh, lets fly
Some words, of yours
you say, lets play...

Disbelieving DANGER?!!
Asleep in a manger
Unknowing lightening rod,
Hundred hungry hopefulls
And one poor cod.
Only saviors demystification
So a last fleeting explanation:
A Beast runs to a Feast!
The darkness gathering behind you
Longs only to find you!
Move it, Be gone, Just go!
Murder in your shadow!

Why? Why do you just look to the sky?

...they say that where ya go when ya die.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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