

Having Things Been Done AgoTime fly by I'll watch you fly And not decide to take my time I'll leave behind the outside kind and delve inside the thing called life I've never tried i've always lied I've felt i died. above my mind and above time i couldnt see the finer line but the air is fresh the wine is nice Put me to the test I'll roll the dice.Having Things Been Done Ago


CrashburnCrashburn, I spent my millions Like bone dry tumbleweeds in a desert city People staring, faceless ones, like an ocean of mediocrity and whose word is god? Hah! none but the one-eyed king allusion to the illusion, those that think with their eyes Ah so there is sight beyond eyes in one's self. Brutality of Reality, how i respond. Not of a coersive nature, minimalistic and pragmatic; without losing romanticism Ultime aspirations, into an ultimate crucification of soul, euphoria, rage, humanity Not of the flow, just a passionate burst of confused and unsatisfied existence ACrashburn


ExperimentChasm of mice and men, Flies and Fishes Hereditary secrets in between the lines at the crease of the paper injected into the test tube with a p200 We split the waves with diffraction study the spectrum with Ultraviolet scrutiny Latex gloves, small furry animals needles, scalpels, tweezers, and microscopes Mutagens, Corrosives, Volatiles, Irritants and dry ice, liquid nitrogen, and the like Northern, Southern, Eastern, and Western Blots Small Quantities of liquid, performing miracles uncovering wanton answers to miserable questions Cutting the vessel of thought intoExperiment


SecretsShe did this He did that But don't tell anyone It's a secretSecrets
Don't worry I won't tell It's safe with me Wild horses can't drag it away
Psst. Hey listen up Guess what I heard today She did this And he did that But don't tell anyone It's a secret
Secrets told Here and there About him and her Who did this and that
Who can be trusted? Who can be told? Will he keep his mouth shut? Will she spread the word?
She did this He did that But don't tell anyone It's a
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"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"
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Somedays it's a good day to die
And somedays, it's a good day to have breakfast.
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Que sera, sera.
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Keep smiling and writing,
All the best from the Phillipines,
Anthony
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Anthony Asael
Founder of Art in All of Us
The World seen through the Eyes and Rhymes of the Children
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Feelings, that's all poetry is- Emotions on paper. Your heart poured out in little words that only mean something to you-Feelings no one will ever understand.
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Feelings, that's all poetry is- Emotions on paper. Your heart poured out in little words that only mean something to you-Feelings no one will ever understand.
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