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Thousands of Zeros Floating
Floating Floating wondering if they will ever come down through the crown FULL STOP Arriving at nothing with everything to show from your journey A reminder of the distance to eternity Two floating zeros, joined at the hip make and infinite bond beyond mathmatics 0 + 0 = 8 Explantion?! Nothing always something Zero always there Lurking, waiting, thriving in the very air That we breathe through the nose Just be aware It's full of floating zeros
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Blast from the past
Has come way to fast Understanding demand Saying "yes we can" Follow the swallow That's my not hollow Middle East finding peace As the oil doth decrease Crash with a splash Do nothing that's rash Think past the brink Mighty pens full of ink Write out of sight No need for polite Time mounts all crime This world ends benign How unfortunate
The walking cobbler sprained his ankle Just because you can make streets Doesn't mean you can walk on them My darling my love with the mermaid blue eyes
With you I shall form some very strong ties For better or worse as the saying goes We stray to the betters and this fact doth show Your presence keeps me calm, optomistic, and happy You give me so much but ask for no fee Its you whom I want and you whom I crave For now and forever, I will love you always Work in trade, a buck is made
My time, sweat and talent Who wants food, both bad and good People pay without having tried it Money has value for only a few Those with enough to spend it For the rest, a constant test Most just want more from the mint Barter is better, although you can't get a house By baking a cake Instead there is pay, in hours a day When I make and make and bake At time I wish, the world wasn't like this For my future children's sake Work is assured, all humans endure Earning is the honorable way to take. A little spot nice, the one we have found
Other things lost, without making a sound Tis not for us to see the full way Nor is it good to do nothing but pray What is wanted is found, not just dumb luck Some want true love, others just fuck There moments called perfect, oh yes they exist Rare to achieve but always worth it One must look high and then low, near first then far The inspiration comes from the internal stars It takes some effort in research and time But if a perfect space you can find This spot right here is such picturesque It remains the truth, what is earned feels the best |
Douglas Karson
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