Drugs.

The pipe warm’s; dream’s half dreamt, take ahold – What they’re shooting for became what they’ve cried about – a sea of empty dreams flow from out the eyes. In the pursuit of money, to fill their habit, but the habit had taken hostage of the mind. Their empty chest, containing their blackened heart pumps, but for how long?  For the white – they’ll lose sight – a snowy winter day, chasing eurphoria. They’ve chased a dream; their “dreams”, firing from a handgun, strikes their throat, and within the hand, holds a rocky ounce. Once proud wolves, taken by the pipe of regret – their heart was a rock, attached to their mind – Redirecting the strings, to play out, an unfulfilled life and an early grave. Their negative memories play within their parents mind’s.

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A Quest that Built our Hope Stronger! During the Exit the Light Shines, Very Bright #bepatient

Walking towards the summit, on the path we experienced great heartbreaks, great depression… but in the end it made us stronger, we we started to see everything as one to be played with, another person to score the game winning shot… so we exhaled and continued upwards. we saw the snowiest and iciest of paths, yet we remained at ease, previously we would turn hostile and it would cut us deep. however the large quest  almost inspired us to continue, and to keep up our excellent work, our amazing conquest, seemed rather trivial seventy-five percent upwards. We started to run, and we gained speed and as our legs would run more quickly, so would are minds, the path decreased and eventually, we’ll be at the summit, but we’re starting to see the growth we made up this mountain, and everything seems like it will be alright, to see the sun shine before us, will be our end. And we’ll forever flourish, we just need to maintain hope, and our strength, but it’s in our pockets now… the clockworks turning ever so quickly, society is beginning to feel more calculated, but i grow stronger. I imagine the peak is everything i’ve been told to believe, everything i’ve ever wanted but 1/4th up this path and i’m already starting to envision that we’ll be singing with the angels.

Lifting the Clouds with a God

Euphoric mind, pondering what had happened today… all the good, the little bad… I’m hopeful and content with the world… as i sip my beers my happiness increases to a great level.. the world feels perfect.. feels as if everything’s going to be great, or at the least alright.. feels as if my worries are over… my past is the past… and i’m headed for the heavens, hanging out with God, pouring excellent liquor and snorting some premium drugs… our bodies lifting the clouds… lifting the clouds to to near space… we see a saucer going by, waving at the aliens… hello…

GMO

New homes become old houses, and through the death of time, become ruins. The skin on the face ages through-out our lives, the skins elasticity becomes lesser. And the sun stops shining where it once had, when the landed needed it to shine most, the sun couldn’t continue heating the land… Humanity couldn’t give it enough gifts, enough respect… It regressed, and turned inwards. But never fully disappeared. like the home that we once stayed. And the sun we once needed, lifeless; within the home, it was cheery, the happiness was quite unmeasurable compare to anything around, but the family was greedy… The parents within the home started to plant unstable corn, for mere profits. and day by day, the daughter had become more sick. She died soon after, the crops were ridden with GMO’s. She contracted cancer, and quickly started to age. Her heart, throughout the months stopped beating a happy rhythm, and it too, seized. and through the much heart break,  eventually one-by-one, the members within the house slowly began to die to off. the youngest parent, lead the sheep within the home to the slaughter…. But still the home stands. mostly, which has become rubble… the sun still shines, however never thru-out the windows of the home, because this home only knows materialistic ways and greedy individuals. the sun, it once loved too much, cared enough for the masses, but the hippy vibes, felt throughout the land, were not enough to support both humanity and the environment, they contradicted each other. So eventually the environment took back everything it allowed… But still their bank account remains large.