Lakeside
The rickety rustic dock protrudes into the black water.
Its massive legs straddling the muddy embankment.
Fish wander about the lightly oxidized water,
Gasping and choking for air.
A sluggish turtle paddles along in slow motion,
Twisting and rolling like a bloated trash bag.
Piercing the miniscule windows of the inert residences,
The dim lights mirror upon the flat endless lake
In a recited ballet with the stars
Drunkards prance about poolside
Always one more swig, and one more stride near death
An old man sits under the bleak moonlight
In his ancient hollowed canoe
As he wonders,
If tonight, is his night
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Goodness gracious...GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!
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://Kelso
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Frivolous is the life of a boy
Mindless can be the heart of a man
Fragile can be the soul of a child
That's why it’s so hard to say
No
-Zaccharia-
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Frivolous is the life of a boy
Mindless can be the heart of a man
Fragile can be the soul of a child
That's why it’s so hard to say
No
-Zaccharia-
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Goodness gracious...GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!
Drunkards prance about poolside
i LOVE it
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People look at an oil painting and admire the use of brushstrokes to convey meaning. People look at a graffiti painting and admire the use of a drainpipe to gain access.
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Frivolous is the life of a boy
Mindless can be the heart of a man
Fragile can be the soul of a child
That's why it’s so hard to say
No
-Zaccharia-
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childly games, broken promises, and of course carefully planted oceans that stir up emotions. The world is a game full with natural disasters... it doesn't need you to add to the list.
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