BABY baby

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Baby.

Submitted: December 03, 2011

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BABY The new lashing whine of a so called new comer the pain and the trials and tribulation all feign to see and cradle the moment of inception the sacred time of creation drowned out in a moment's notice and as the time draws by it becomes a fable something lost in tea parties and local gatherings the noise of the first cries caught up even to create a serial killer not denied the tit or the womb and destiny floundered nothing but fragile flesh un-ruptured and caught up in a guise to make un-blind the wayward son a blistering head ache a blistering burst forth the new the old the used up all cradled in the arms of someone who fades into the back ground unknown unknown and the voice and overtones so soothing soft and in the end unbearable I liken myself to a leaf blowing in the wind yet driven in rail gun madness a nail gun mindful of the suckling and cleaving to the warmth poorer still than dirt and silt nested in a jungle my hands out stretched believing in a lie ask and you shall receive nothing begets nothing I stop myself in mid sentence a broken wing elevated to a point seeming to soar and dropped in mid flight wings of a blue jay similar to bat wings and succumbing to ever present absence of the light my portfolio driven naked renounce pounce denounce and the holy urn seeking the ever present provider smooth as silk and rough as nails I bastardized my ever progressing movements and tried to step softly yet falling through weathered eroded boards all the same cradle me and wipe away my teardrops it's a fable one in which some place a great stock and investment and it's all so momentary eating my heart away in ongoing increments tell me a story and as my mind flails away in momentary flight in the back of my mind a flippant lie is born I asked you for something and you gave it to me stinging of the un-thought walking on water walking through walls the enigma veils itself and in a moment my eyes are closed and opened again


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