In times when memories are collated in a safe place, a fortress of memories.
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As we face today (2020).
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What of the world we call our own, it never has been.
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An origin story for a character from Jim Morrison's poetry from the song The End
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How I framed the blue moon
Read MoreRunaway Kingdom
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With violence and all those other feuds
When they are all that surround you
It is all just so glued
Hard for you to even walk nude
Talking becomes a waste of time
Even with the person who was sublime
And all that is on the very weary mind
Surrounded by the feuds and battles all the time
The memories are all just supposed to make sense
Of all the times that things were intense
Thinking about it all, it's your wrists that clench
Run back away is all that is left in the end
The walls that surround you with tunes so loud
You are just able to block away that crowd
Some food, music and not to forget a beer
Live alone and nothing left with fear
The quietness, bliss and the air so eerie
No cares, fights or the slightest of worry
It is your kingdom to rule alone and no one else nearly
Who treat thy kingdom with fraud, battle or worry
In the very kingdom you found
You walk some many rounds
Rounds that cover a mile or so on the ground
Yet you don't feel caged in the compound
Nobody to worry or care for the farts you leave everywhere
You feel the words getting lighter as your eyes get wider
Not as wide when you do something nasty in the shower
When you imagine a waiting lover while you wear your trouser
No food stolen from the kitchen so clean at night
Living alone, there is glory and much delight
Walking back to same old feuds and fights
How pointless it seems compared to a lone movie night
Nobody to worry about or concern
The dishes in the sink and the food undone
You should have done it, instead of the other fun
The blame is for you take with no place to run
You step away from all the feuds and fights now
Living alone is your whole new life now
All parties are yours to handle and take
Until the next morning when with regrets you wake or not to wake
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When Given Words
Weaving a story around (try?)
Infinite, Dreams, Laughter, Majesty, Age, Persistence, Passion, Poem, Winning, Fall
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Majestic and tall stood he in the winds gushing the northeast mile. The sun shines everyday atop his head in a forest of pine.
In the infinite dreams of his, he had embraced the consequences he was going to face. A soul full of passion no matter the age. Being still through all the seasons across, he won each time with poems of lumberjacks and their ways. He was persistent in his mindful abyss, as it breaks with a fall over the grassy floor. They cut him and chopped pieces his. It was then when it concluded that the lumberjacks had the last laugh as they warmed themselves over his wooden, ash-y remains lit.
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