Mad Prophet

MadProphet

Mad Prophet

In a land where words rot

All is not lost

An archived collage

Brought to fruition:  (Jfreshly’s Modern Linguistics: Song Blog)

From the madness

Nagging thoughts

Discarded phrases

Ripped out pages

Torn out by the heart

That’s always my favorite part

Where the lack of progress

Defines the dissension

Full frontal reality

Can make dreams

Hard to conceive

A cup of sand

A pot of soil

A jar of seeds

Collected in the company

From far off lands

To make anew.

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His epitaph

chiseled in stone

 by the ancient scribes,

“This was his final resting place

where the mad prophet died”.

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