Up From The Skies Suicide Booth ID: 13
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: Rishi Maze
Posts: 13,228
Bincount™: 26323
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Slipping Timmy
Twisted tales of Slipping Timmy
Trimming his soul away
Fragments of his past reality
Are decaying atoms
Fractions of possible pleasure
Is a never found pirate treasure
Buried in the sands of a cursed cove
He wants to run, anywhere
Lacking traction he’s backed
Into a corner of obstructions
Hope and patience timed out
Traverse a way back to abundant love
He wants out of this personal prison
Seeking help to rise above
A hug to comfort
Seeking recovery and self redemption
At night his bellows can be heard
Louder than the churning ocean
For a permanent paradigm shift
Pray or send blessings
To the man who lost the world
A purple moon and a sweet orange pearl
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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery
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