Cut Through Bridges

Written by Kaffe Myers
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Sitting on a big stone
Gravity turned up-side-down
Falling to the sky alone
I spot yet another sundown

I reach out to touch a star
The closer I get, warmth arise
I don't seem to get very far
It's just another hell in disguise

A coin with sharp edges
One side bad, one side good
But the middle cut through bridges
Something I finally understood

I'm not experiencing a meltdown
No, this is just another day
Thank you for the crown
I figure I will stay

A feeble result we meet
But I avoid complaining
It's something I have to eat
No room for a-whining

Climbing closet, wearing corset
Feeling more set, I already placed my bet
Colliding leashes, the temper clinches
Silence obeses, I've already buried my axe

The tip of my tongue can cut through blades

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Written by Kaffe Myers
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Mild happenings that encourage for another
To dive into something bigger
Evolution springs, ideas hatch
Fantasy turns into reality

Miles of pages turned can equal effect but
Experience is instant
Fiddle through the memories and
Pick the one most inspiring

Attend to the moment and fight for the repeat
Strengthen what you strengthen should
Turn mortal into something immortal
The case is open, control your decease to lack presence

Anything said, anything done can be a parallel
Events, words, let whatever it is impel
One to rocket, fountain of spirit
And fill out your list of merits

Prayer can carry you one step further
To let you move
But don't make believe that
Your own hands are no good

Fractals of insanity can only bring a life prosperity
Flesh the demise and feed it with itself
For the medicine it shares is fetid and foul
Distribute your own nodes to step on

And leap far if you so can
Lack of movement is the nocency that establishes a non-descriptive history