It's this or nothing.
it’s this or nothing but what is this? the air of choice; the food of impressions; the water of upkeep; with the terms of living sprinkled upon our newborn heads, and the must and the must have embedded in the sugar of candy, is it too late to open my own eyes without squinting at the trickery of truth that tells me this script was written when someone had too much to lose? where am i? in a great cloud of happiness where a smile counts only when another sees it; this battle to have a lot: to be alive is to fight just to water the seeds of giftedness in the hope that someone can say --yes he is blessed. (c) Darius Romfield2012
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Darius
I'm into poetry that flows through me, more as an emotional art-form than a traditional construction, but I do appreciate most of it.
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