Backdoor Musing #2
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The birds swing, swoop, and swim through the vines and mimosa branches interwoven in delicately violent ways; funny, how mother nature acts like a crime boss respectively handing out beauty and chaos in the flick of a million years. The concrete garden of Eve, in which, an aging hipster sits and smokes, pondering the great double entendres of life. Not many people know that the garden of Eden resides at South 11th street, but they are idiots and have little time for vast essence of everything that matters in this world, they have been rolled under the machine and stamped with a made in blank sticker and set back down on the path of godless men and low faced knaves. I draw an invisible circle around my heart and whisper the names of my loved ones while contemplating if my shaky hands can even endure one more cup of coffee this morning. In the garden, I realize I have achieved the exact life which I dreamed about as a young man balancing his way on the teeter-totter of adolescence and manhood. Laying on my back in the western grass of Colorado and starring up into the gigantic expanse of blue sky. ( I used to imagine I was at the bottom of an ocean, or a fish tank, and that if I dared to dream enough; I could swim up and turn out the light of the sun and dim the moon to my liking.) All I ever wanted in life was a few basic needs-A muse, library, music, movies, and a little love to stimulate my mindYeah, many people have no idea the garden of Eden resides in the back yard of a house at South 11th.
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INHALE
The birds swing, swoop, and swim through the vines and mimosa branches interwoven in delicately violent ways; funny, how mother nature acts like a crime boss respectively handing out beauty and chaos in the flick of a million years. The concrete garden of Eve, in which, an aging hipster sits and smokes, pondering the great double entendres of life. Not many people know that the garden of Eden resides at South 11th street, but they are idiots and have little time for vast essence of everything that matters in this world, they have been rolled under the machine and stamped with a made in blank sticker and set back down on the path of godless men and low faced knaves. I draw an invisible circle around my heart and whisper the names of my loved ones while contemplating if my shaky hands can even endure one more cup of coffee this morning. In the garden, I realize I have achieved the exact life which I dreamed about as a young man balancing his way on the teeter-totter of adolescence and manhood. Laying on my back in the western grass of Colorado and starring up into the gigantic expanse of blue sky. ( I used to imagine I was at the bottom of an ocean, or a fish tank, and that if I dared to dream enough; I could swim up and turn out the light of the sun and dim the moon to my liking.) All I ever wanted in life was a few basic needs-A muse, library, music, movies, and a little love to stimulate my mindYeah, many people have no idea the garden of Eden resides in the back yard of a house at South 11th.
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_roy:
woo, scared me for a second, I don't have many friends, pal. you can't go out like that.
brookelynne:
That is beautiful.