Author: Ritt

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Addictions

With water colors stain my vase in style. Keep awake while keepers sleep. All the while Whisk cleaned with air brushed accents; all my senses do beguile. Wood grained lacquered walls reflected in mosaic tile Unstructured soiled shapeless bails of bile. Unarmed carpenters, busy themselves with hammer, nail and file. While parasites quietly await the ascending pile. Daring the spirits of a spiritless lurid trial Addictions are mindless yet need themselves to rile; As if they crave unto their being; a private isle. Faceless fear and pain slant together, up and down the aisle Sightlessly staring down the emptiest mile . While the history of man is embedded along the Nile The flowing hopes of prophets are buried in denial.   by ritt HOME