First post feedback wanted :)

harmony as an idea

harms all who strive 

for peace

there is no such thing

as things

as ideas are only balloons 

we hold them dear 

and let them go 

when harm is near

harmony is fear 

and fear is peace 

and peace is thinking

you are clear 

accept the awareness behind the thought

as the only thing 

that doesn’t exist

/

life of a savage 

reward or destroy this tired, ruined routine...

A warehouse hosts a scene of allure to lost ones;

burning with pain and passion to 

fill an amazing void.

these black holes take anything and everything in,

no judgement. blurred vision cannot tell the difference.  

                                         Your space,

your void,

is filled with the other sinners.

the rush of a needle into just one 

of the lost ones vein

slowly seeps into your newfound soul

within the amazing void.  

stuck behind  hazel iris eyes,

now covered by pupils expanded-- maximum.

your presence is angelic, 

visions shifting much like the moment of the rush.

stuck in front of a damn  feeling.

static strings along the 

wide eyed, and deaf drowning,

damned. 

silence screams, sowing seeds 

ends and means-- met the mirror.

mere remembrance reveres 

rows of souls; silently searching

masked as the rest.

chosen, simplistic pre-ordered bliss,

all amiss,

now numbness is fed

'another hit.'

shallow sensation signals the  savage,

survive again.  

singing dreary hymns of 

shared remembrance for those 

patterns shattered, aloof nature

embraces the cruelty,

humility hums along,

gagged by the great giggle

giving 

another 

chance 

to lost ones in the now, 

burning warehouse.

wavering fourth and back— never again.

trends trying to keep you within.

The great void accepts,

never forgets

the truth trying, and trying. 

Unimagining created reality fails,

fourth going grins

with a dreary hymn— now imagine, 

pre-ordered bliss in hummed hymns.

the void filters out what isn’t from

What Is.

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