dysto

the dovethere is a dovethe dove
so very soft trapped within my palms caged and locked within my fingers
peering out while singing a song so soft she cries to the outside world I feel her feathering to get free pecking strongly at my skin
so rough and forceful that I begin to bleed
she sings-and sings
her song so loud
-a cry to be free?-
I just can't seem to let her go
she feels so soft to me
I hear her song so sweet and soft
it allures and captures me
trapped within my illusion so blind- so selffish-
I cant see &nb


Binarysometimes I feel like killing my selfBinary
other times I don’t voices thru the technology and the Technicolor blur say I have no reason and there is hope voices I can not see
voices that are created by me through real people that listen with the eyes that can not see they are the binary that look after me
…this one’s for you kid…melbourne posse up! (short, sweet, simple, just like you…so unpredictable, comrade!!!)


coyoteas darkness falls to still of Night Coyote comes out to prey howling out to the still of Night (and asking) "can we hunt, or are we to meet our fate?" ...see man has come into the Night and man is of ill fate to build house and home upon( the) Coyote's land where (the) Coyotes often prey... with raging fury man builds with scorn and bring with them the endless day until finally, (the) Coyote is driven back onto lands without it's prey...coyote
and soon enough (the) Coyote's song slowly and surely, drifts, then fades away deafened by the sounds of man an
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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