Friday, March 1, 2013

Coattails of Time

Ink stains my hands as I attempt to wash the evil from my soul.  My coffee cup is full, the smoke rolls. I learned this morning that some people walk around puddles while I walk through them.  We make what we will of the things we've seen, perceiving reality as we see fit.  Society is higher than me in the eyes of  vanity.  Superficial sins placed upon a pedestal, resting on its laurels while time creeps in.  A ripple wrinkles my train of thought, head feeling kinda light.  My brain drops ideas like rain drops fall on dry ground washing away the dust of yesterday.  A wolf in sheeps clothing, I speak of life in plain sight.  Nobody noticing as my ideas embed slowly, flowing solely on the coattails of time. 
Do you think you can know me?

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  1. "I learned this morning that some people walk around puddles while I walk through them"...I love this passage.

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    1. Ha ha, thanks. It was anactual realization as I walked into work this morning. I watched 3 people ahead of me walk all the way around a puddle as I walked through it.

      And don't ask why I notice stuff like this.

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  2. i love this, your writing is so mysterious yet so lovely!!!

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  3. I love this too...an explosion of thoughts lighting the page on fire. Great title. I agree with OE...I love that passage.

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  4. Superficial sins placed on a pedestal.
    A ripple wrinkles my train of thought.

    Lovely.

    xx
    Lulu
    Breakfast After 10

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  5. while others walk around the puddles, i jump in them.

    time is creepy..



    write on brotha.

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    1. Write on I will. You do the same.

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