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It's the first free form writing/free flowing thought exercise that
I have done in years! These are so much fun, and so freeing in so many ways creatively for various kinds of artistic expression, not just writing. Unfortunately, at this time I have some heavy things weighing on my mind so it's a bit melancholy and emo, but it rhymes a lot. I highly recommend you all do this kind of exercise every now and then. At times, I've come up with some great material. This one is...eh, so so.

Fear. It's a sickly infliction it's a deathly affliction it perpetuates fiction and it's sprung coiling barbed dangerous and wisping from the smoke of fully loaded and freshly fired guns-BOOM BOOM expolsion implosion corrosion in your face scratching, scraping, and chipping at your common sense, the better half of your brain because the pain was too sharp, too long, too deep and it hits the mark, wrongs the wrong, lose sleep.....
Sleep it knows no rest it knows not the meaning of....control lose control in vitriol it takes its toll it it plays its role easily, creeping from form to form, oozing from dream to dream, illusion to illusion and fusion with emotion fueling action reaction recurring en-action concurring faction of: intelligence versus emotion....and when each is possessed, limitless, completely out of control, is it there to lose? Is it even there to lose and can I find it again on some emerald shores full of whispering sailors tales of centuries past....or some crystal cave buried in pirates treasure or nestled in sleeping Merlin's silvery beard with his other secrets and fascinations.....is it in the reflection in the mirror, does the power lie there, just right there in what returns my stare, that I should dare again follow the old trend of seeking answers from within from a foundation that can quake can shake can burn ache but hardly put the world and all of it's inhabitants and mercy and at stake, burn so brightly it leaves a pretty searing scar on all those who get near it and its a fucking tornado in here at times, sometimes an enormous ocean with a massive whirlpool of chaos and senselessness, sometimes a mysterious and massive universe with limitless space and possibilities, sometimes the stars themselves, sometimes the city lights burning brightly whispering siren songs to the moths.....sometimes a roller coaster, but if you can't keep up with it, if you can't be right here with me and enjoy the ride....i'd say it would be a bit too bumpy and you were better off gazing from a distance, a safe distance, because it seems you would drown in my ocean what with the size, life and motion and the honor of devotion to the wonder and beauty in the waters is always only mine to partake in and not to be mistaken for something forsaken and you won't understand me and I can't write it more clearly.....