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The People of Walmart Video

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfUvcuDKMvM

.::*Soul Blinding Poet*::.

Soul blinding poet, eyes rush like the tide

Blood runs thick, bluest is he.

Bring into focus the disillusionment of his tone.

Through a looking glass is his spectrum of thought,

Hard soaked in bitter bleak atonement.

A heart that only beats in the ink of his pen,

The only warmth to be held lies in the words of his paper.

The pride of his poetry sleeps within the bindings of leather scented walls.

Dust will leave dormant each line until a sleeping beauty rises to kiss every word to life.

Wishes for a white washed mind erases any faith of a dream,

Abandoned love takes flight to meet a defying place of gravity.

Existing in the afterlife of unseen reason,

Escaping the crashing lights, bleeding grace, the untamed grip of passion.

He plunges his face into a watered reflection of paired lungs breathing,

Syphoning a last breath before death steals away his love by suffocation.

Wasted blueprints of a mapped out life,

Landlocked from a water's edge of symphonies drinking dew.

Parched mouth, scorned by blistering & onslaughts of words withheld, blooming flowered folly.

Petals fall in arrangement of the name that made his eyes swell to cry crimson,

Ripped from his fingers, this love had to idle, morose and die.

He cut his heart, shaved his soul, tied them up and sent away his fingerprints.

Feeling nothing now, his feet no longer seek the path to know why, Nor-shall I?

It is together now, to death, bury Love-

Wasted mourner's tears on wings of ghosts.

'To End' the poet writes,

'...this foolish suffering.  But, if to love is to be given the name Fool,let it be of greatest pride to call myself thee.'

~by Keila