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freedom...
free to cook out with our family, friends and community? free to serve up delicious delights and capitalism. free to kick back with the hommies and kick back a few frosties,( damn i love ice). free to speak whats on our minds, or in our hearts. free to mis-spell and use shitty grammar. free to pay taxes and free to bitch about them. free to learn the law. free to break it... until you get caught. free to trip out on a combustion of chemical colors and sounds. but how free are we? how free is our education, or diet? how free are our social situations? how free are our minds, and souls? how free is the information we receive? how free is our environment? how free am I? and how free are you?
happy birth day america,
thank you for all the freedom.
D.Z.
bare teeth and bare knuckled.
show me your teeth... now put them away! can't make up your mind with a million things to say? i beat my brains against this wall untill the blood flows... oh how it flows, like ink on paper from your favorite pen. don't stop... there is no time, give me more! i am sooo hungry. this appetite could devour worlds and chew up dreams. scrathcing at the surface never felt soo damn good. finger nails are chipped and bloody. tears are preciouse yet soo damn muddy.
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swim deep into my eyes. drifting through a sea of creamy electricity. it's all the same to me. another day oozes away and i have so many things left to say. she drowns me in blue. my invisible fire burns as bright as a thousand galactic births. all in all it is just another day.
Devious Journal Entry
lost in a haze of grey's... not quite shadow, and not enough light. a search has become a fight. a flock of doves has taken flight. everyone has lost sight.
nothing to do, and nothing to see. i have stepped off the edge of eternity. meaningless words are spoken, hearts are broken. fears and insecurities where projected... injected and ingested like poison, infected the mind for far too long of a time. what was the point to making this rhyme? what was the point of any of this? now i float deeper into the abyss, searching for that lost kiss that could bring me bliss. but every one tastes like piss.
chaos and destiny fight over you, and fight
i just need one more moment.
just one more moment to pick myself up and dust off.
© 2013 - 2024 d-zager
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We are free to die. That's about all.