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Captivity An apparently particular perception stems from checked choices, mated. Pipelined prophets propagate messages that thunder under surface appearances- supplying only subtly soothing nuances. Perpetuated images ignite dissonance, leaving altered facts behind graphics that spiral back when emotions are taped. Reality hangs in the hollow hands of infinity, Swaying high, tied by misled uncertainty.

Wicked Schemes Confusion creeps into seams of reasons not quite known, pendulums swing fast past nothing but possible plans, and definitions, in suspension, teem at the top of guillotines. Blazing blades do drop like cold cutting, sterling steel. Executions of illusions send misconceptions to the grave, and truth, like irrefutable proof, validates what will be saved.

With a “Q” Exuberant rays shine through the cloudy face in the sky, scenery speaks in colors, and beauty never asks why. High tides talk low amongst land so dry it cannot drink. Emptiness hollows holiness, and loneliness smiles with a wink. Ancient knowledge twists in subsequent sectors of the mind. Truth is real until it lies, and the wind is wiser than time. Infinite possibilities dance before fleeting moments hit reality. The ripe sunset bruises black, and spontaneity fades into anonymity....

Paint What You Like Curbs cut an outline that frame the stagnant, black sea in-between. Wires crucify the murky sky, It rises faster than Jesus Christ. Artificial, pre-assembled houses march single file in fad fashion, saluting all things the same. Phony things ring; real ones cast, past isn’t present, later ain’t neither. The blurry sun’s still right now, empty bags, like tumble weeds, freeze in audition as plastic acrobats. Pending decisions aren’t decided, and indecision kills determinism....

Free Bureaucracy The ice-cold gate looks so steel. Bronze leaves twist free in-between its prison posts standing like guards, and who wouldn’t like that feeling? The emptiness on the other side is complimented by the scenery. A great plane stretching so green With blazing grass just staring. A cold and quiet evening breeze fosters silence with a loud intensity, and the definition of this perception makes one question its authenticity. Contained within dictated boundaries, capable of incompreh...