By: Matthew R. Vega
A Call
By: M. R. Vega
A call to compromise, to outweigh the solutions and sow the soils, to turn left and exit.
A call to compromise, throw a towel forget the heart and burn to ash.
A call to compromise, shift the weight, play the counter, don’t trip, better not fucking trip.
A call to compromise, did your heart wallow at the stake, did your worry clap and whisper a faint goodbye, that hollow salute?
A call to compromise, did the teeth gnash at the tether of that moral compass.
A call to compromise, how down, don’t question, don’t ask a thing, not a peep, make sure you’re ready.
A call to compromise, never play facetious, always fastidious, salute and bow out.
A call to compromise, don’t diss, don’t reminisce, the past is dead, work here, work now.
A call to compromise, change the being, become the mold, fit the clay or a design that has been lost, remixed, thrown, raped, pillaged, fit the mold, find the clay, wear it well, it do you true.
A call to compromise, don’t matter, try not to stutter, mistakes be gone, don’t ask a question, become the mold, fit the clay find the heart to the design.
A call to compromise, toss the key, throw out the books toss your mind, sell the rest. Pay no mind to being true, a holding to you.
A call to compromise, hear the screams, hear the gate. A call to compromise, where the heart is no more. A call to compromise, where the spirit cannibalized. A call to compromise, take away the being of true, the meaning of you.
A call to compromise, feeling empty, feeling wanted, filling despondent, adrift, barren, bone, and breath.
A call to compromise, give it all, let it be, give it all, give it all, give it all.
Walk
By: M. R. Vega
Go, go, go. I know your pain, I get the struggle, like Sisyphus and the stone, go, go, go. Take it to the street, to.
Go to the streets, take to the walk, parallel the city lights and the perpetual motion of the living.
I call the streets like a mandolin leaving breadcrumbs to follow, to inhale for a connect.
Extrapolate the result, a weight to the worry, the heart, stop, stop, just take to a walk, get away.
Go, go, go, feed your heart the flame of what licks and gnashes behind, let go from a past long lost, nothing meant to be repeated, resurrected, revived for consumption, gnash and gnaw talk to the walk, take to go, go, go.
Go, go, go, permeate through the walls, let the salt and mire bore through, take to walk, parallel the city lights, inhale the perpetual motion of the living, and find a hollow ground.
Go, go, go.
Go. Get away.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the joyous life of the world bless the heart extinguish the grief. May peace find you. Thank you.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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