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Instrumental Beat Background

Instrumental Beat Background

Purpose is above the surface so scratch away, I don’t need your opinions but I’ll take them anyway, I’m not afraid to forever grow. 

With each day, with new months will come new years and through time my life shall progress. 

I was but not a seed, spawned from greed not love, unplanned and forever doomed until…

Until I killed that someone they raised, recently praised for the guy that chose new life for himself.

A journey leading to a gurney of pain, strain within a brain not raised right nor ripe, wipe the tears away.

A sponge soaked in turmoil, boiled in agony, hung to dry in doubt, loves drought all alone. 

Torn between existence and a lifetime of hopes and dreams instantly killed with turmoils soil planted, no intentions of growth foiled.

Within waterways of sorrow, brick and mortar terrors still reside, drunken sponge cake minds rewinds Times hands to the past times never accepted but rather rejected and intercepted with new truths of lies spread thin preventing the familiarity or existence of my real life. 

Clouded amidst all the pain, my plain bagels to life’s everything baked ovens burnt crust extra shredded Monterey cheddar lightly dusted over oiled pans 

Sativa strand keep me awake until the indica takes over into a restless slumber my brain will remain til the next morning 

vapes trace smiley faces down my throat and up my minds chimney while I fill the coffee pot water, grab a bottle of fiber filled thc water to chug before the caffeine I chug, 20 milligrams of sativas or hybrid edibles along with week day labeled multi colored vials I chase with bowls filled with the earth clouds lit from a bic I bought downtown….

if writing poetry or creativity paid my bills I would be absolutely thrilled to survive in today’s world against all odds but for now I sell jars of hopes to people who otherwise could not imagine it….

im lit but not from alcohol, my bac is low due to my thc intake refusing to let me belong to something so obviously wrong with my mind!!!
 

Pbc:Panama City Beach FL. 

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Marion

A harrowing tale told so poetically Rob. Let poetry continue to heal you x

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