I'm driven by misery cause happiness alludes me,
Alone more than not it's hard not to be,
Oh Lord send me a lover to hold my hand,
And We'll play sweet music across the land,
Internal thoughts become reality when spoken,
So let these words count as a pretextual token,
Proof of good things and times to come,
And maybe serve as a warning to some,
Never give up there's always tomorrow,
The future will always let you borrow,
Adding meaning to your present being,
A gift sent by way of Akashic meaning,
I'm seeing ever clearer as reception sharpens,
I hear the heartbeat of space and it's star kin,
Feel your way through the dark if you dare,
Try to forget that life isn't always fair,
~ Farls Tokley
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Past Tense Defence
PoetryThis collection of poems is somewhat self explanatory. I held a mirror up to my soul and my reflection was viewed as the following. It poured out of me, I just wrote it down.
