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Tall as mountains and Strong like a boulder. Listen to them, for they are older. Hard as wood but Soft as a lung. Here is where those monkeys hung. Deep as roots and Old as earth. It is to them, whom we owe our birth.
Today is a day A day Like all the rest Yet, we set it aside As if to show our pride To whom are we trying to prove that as one, we think we move? The fear inside Tells me its all just a ride But maybe Maybe It’s actually a look inside Two whom are we trying to show That as one, we go in the same flow? Perhaps it is… Read More
To the ground, I am found. Beaten, Eaten…Alive. No words can be spoken. My tears- they have awoken. Frowning, Drowning…Alive.
Forsaken… taken… for granted. These seeds that have been planted, By me…for me? Which is me? The scholar? Or do they have me by the collar? I swell with frustration and holler, for help. Once a roar, now a yelp…HELP. Me, grow this tree of wisdom. So that I may give some… LOVE and HOPE To those living under the scope. Magnify…like a fly, I am trapped. To see who I wish… Read More
Like my heart, my knee rests in two. As two pieces flow free, I lose track of that which is me. Speed and fluidity turn to greed and atrocity while independence bows to its evil twin, and freedom surrenders within. A process in progress, A patient in patience. Not much remains, but to sit and watch the gains, one collects and reflects from their defects.
Teddy Dondanville 