loop – Poems

It’s ticking away
It’s ticking away
Ticking away
Ticking away
So what do you say?
Who you obey?
Where is your way?
Where’s taking your way?
NOW!
Huh, now?
What you talking about?
Caring about?
Living about?
Giving a shout?
NOW!
Deprived delusions,
stripped illusions,
false conclusions,
and mind infusions.
It’s an old man’s grand plan.
In an old man’s sand land.

With this second left,
rest is theft,
and you get caught,
experience wrath,
while doing your math,
How should I use my,
Very,
Last,
Second?
Because,
It’s ticking away
It’s ticking away
Ticking away
Ticking away

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Party,
But party alone,
is not much to party about.
Just mere shout,
helping friend along.
Making perfect this moment, song.
We all improve and sometimes we are wrong,
but humanity will prolong.
And like that, we keep on climbing.
Living hard, hearts are smiling.
We all deserve gratitude and love.
And even greatest heights
that reached together
are made so much better.
And, it makes me want to party.

But party alone,
is not much to party about.
Just mere shout,
helping friend along.
Making perfect this moment, song.
We all improve and sometimes we are wrong,
but humanity will prolong.
And like that, we keep on climbing.
Living hard, hearts are smiling.
We all deserve gratitude and love.
And even greatest heights
that reached together
are made so much better.
And, it makes me want to party.

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I’ve learned and earned,
the right to live, share and give,
and, if it leads to my fall,
I’ll take it all,
and make it, something beautiful.
Like a fool I thrive for growth.
Loosening the rigid perceptions,
following affections,
Seeing gifts in my imperfections.

Looking for more.
Changing my lore.
Choosing action when unsure.
Walking away from certainty’s lure,
and, when I have to endure,
I cherish and relish unforgiving freedom,
Knowing, that I can take it,
mould it and fold it,
accept what I’ve been given,
Intrinsically driven.
I take and make misfortune,
to obey and teach,
like a leach I devour,
Essence of power,
and now,
it is me.

I’ve learned,
and earned the right to live,
share and give.
And, if it leads to my fall,
I’ll take it all,
and make it, something beautiful.
Like a fool I thrive for growth
Loosening the rigid perceptions,
following affections,
Seeing gifts in my imperfections.

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Darkness,
is sipping me.
Like a cup of tea.
Left, less and less,
but somehow
I feel blessed,
as if all this were a test,
A Grand joke,
as it pokes,
my beliefs away.
Nothing left to say,
Or think.
Eyes, blink blink.
Occasional wink.
Who knows,
where road leads,
what kind of seeds
fulfilling deeds
life brings forth.
Meanwhile,
Darkness,
is sipping me
and I’m slowly fading
And maybe
I’ll die.
Still no need for goodbye.
Cause It’s drinking only lies
And why’s.
Explanations.
Expectations.
And soon,
there will be left, only,
Truth.
When wall of separations,
Falls,
I will finally see
That I am the
darkness
Sipping me

This poem has 3 loops.

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Circular poem: Ticking away

Party

Growth

Darkness

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