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woody nightshade


Life is touched in gold, and bathed in silver 
Touched in nirvana, bathed in desperation, by affliction, by mystery
some pain, never promised gain
Bathed in the blackness of the loud, engraved in the brightness of the night
sculpted in the shadows of the trees.
Touched by the heavens nakedness, touched in silence, bathed in voicelessness 
 
Empty repetition voiced by the voices that voice the opinions of the opinionated, 
Silly stories spread stridently, silly stories spread silently 
but insightful is the blind, that then lead the seeing 
for the seeing have no sight
What if seeing is blindness and blindness is true sight 
For the blind 20/20 is their ability of seeing
seeing truth, seeing light, seeing understanding, seeing might . 
 
bounded like a clown, In search of something unable to be found
A smile painted for the world and for the mirror, a shaking frown
words of perseverance left weightless, in an era of hate 
unless every syllable is said, and all the words like the people that tried..
.bled
Bled of hope, of revolution, and success
Bled of struggles, left with advices to be unsaid
For there is no guide on how life is to be approached 
 
 
Oh, fools are we, oh fools are they
When normal is a standard to measure the unmeasurable 
A system that wobbles and is as unsteady as optical illusions
But silences is required for us to be able to understand these transactions
Transactions of trial and error, misunderstood and hopeful
 
 
Touched in power bathed in weakness
Touched in hope, bathed in Agony, by gloom , by fear 
Maybe some joy, never any freedom
Free will wrapped in temptation. Freedom stuffed with limitation 
Shimmering shrine of crimes and sad poems written in lines 
Lines of terror, lines of grief
Life is touched in gold, and bathed in silver 
 
 
 By // Ivana Kpessou 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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