My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen…

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The Voice within the Voice

We hate making meaning in the middle of it
Quietly calling bloody frames organic rose-colored
Wanna be remembered but ain’t never really done nothing
Crimson or Cherry lenses hiding all of the lackluster
Hoping existence is the evidence that we’ve earned loving
Dont matter whatever label you slap on its still frontin
Take them glasses off and you’ll see them flags ain’t blendin
The sun within can’t be shaded from 20/20 visions
Third Rock will keep spinning without you years into the billions
You skip to life two when Carpe Diem becomes the mission
What are you missing, there’s birth, then action, end of subscription
What love you make with the moment is all you getting
Do You Get it?
Wake up Kitten…

You can’t see the drapes if you the pattern honey
What you gotta to make it for when you are the money?

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Poet and Author originally from Indianapolis, Indiana, and a lover of words, expressions, and creativity. Mother of one, Member of the Ohio Poetry Association, a former member of the California Writers Club, Winner of the Barry Wright Scholarship for Poetry, and consummate Dorothy Parker, Nikki Giovanni, and Chuck Palahniuk fangirl. Contact The Author at MissTLBanks@yahoo.com Follow Me at bandit_the_ravenous on Instagram

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