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It’s simply a broad view The rugged face, the lack of lace The intense reality Tones of nothing The separated something Ripped

As I breathe in, as I breath out The waves continue to crash Sometimes gentle, sometimes strong Always there a simple song I am but a plaything in this life Yet it is I who holds the reigns I decide the direction today I experience the moments until tomorrow The dark and cold winter moon Makes way for the warm and bright sun Two opposites of equal beauty I live in the middle alive and well...

Stars align Pictures form Bated breath Perfect storm Swirl color Dancing view Sea of change Waves of life Empty fields Growing green Melody ending Simple stop

wouldn’t Jefferson be proud watching from the cliffs of eternity watching the waves of liberty watching as they dissipate jagged rocks with jagged growth corporate lichen with no remorse cancer disguised as freedom a ticking bomb sent as a gift wouldn’t Franklin be proud watching from the cliffs of eternity watching us sacrifice freedom for a false sense of security no longer taxed from the grave by the greedy elite above...

well aware of it history has proven it caught in the stream of lies of moments beneath our eyes the breath of years gone by no longer gently sighs it pummels our senses it stings our eyes tipping at the brink a free fall awaiting the release chaos at every turn every corner a fearful burn a glimmer of hope the fruitful aftermath ruinous peace prize the drums of war beat on...