I Will Choose

Lips move silent to treated voice technically altered in a vacant room smiling clueless to clueless drones their thoughts suppressed since mother's womb manufactured superstars dressed and fed by faceless greed their lives a myth a stagnant dream without a truth on which to feed resist with me this vacuous realm lifeless words and endless trite follow closer to the heart on vapor trails of tear's twilight (my tribute to 'Rush')

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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