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The moment the pain vanishedThe moment the pain vanishes
This happens quick, almost instantaneous
The pressure in my chest releases,
And what I once saw to be important,
No longer seems relevant
Before this moment,
Before the thought was even conceived..
The idea of removing this pain was unimaginable
Because, with it, there was still something I held dear
Someone I held dear
And at that moment
That very instant
From my heart...
From my concern
It doesn't hurt,
It doesn't sting,
It isn't sore,
It isn't pleasant,
It isn't comfortable,
It is nothing
I feel nothing
My heart feels nothing
I have to admit .
It feels a lot better than the pain
The Clock Is TickingThe clock is ticking when you wake up...
When you make your beds,
Brush your teeth,
Take your shower,
Iron your clothes,
and get ready to start your day
The clock is ticking during the day...
When you're at school thriving to get an education,
Or when you're in your office managing portfolios,
Or when you're out in the middle of an important event or presentation,
Or when even when you're just taking a break from it all
The clock is ticking when you find love...
Through the good times,
The bad times,
And the heart breaks
The clock is ticking on your death bed..
While you wait silently,
Ponder your life experiences,
Reminiscing over the good times,
Laughing about the bad times,
And enjoying the overpowering feeling of peace..
But, what happens when the clock stops ticking....?
You've seen it tick as time flew by,
And heard it tick as the seconds faded away...
But what happens after that?...
What do you see?
What do you hear?
What can you feel?
What can you smell?
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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