Blood Flowers
Howdy Gals, Guys, Gays, Whatevers, Evers, Nevers, Forevers, and Levers,
I hope you liked the last nights post....
As I was writing that an idea popped in my mind
an economy based on experience...
people get to have different experiences instead of money...
I started writing about it but I guess it will be a long piece...
probably a book project kind of science fiction from my brains friction
KABOOM...
you know friction and natural gas don't get along very well...
referring to my brain farts...if you didn't get the joke...
I will give you a very long poem from the "joy"
This one is from a very transformative experience
Enjoy...
Creating light
In times like
These
Is
Fucking
Difficult.
The
pain
Sucks
you.
Down
Put
you
buried,
Under
Soil.
Someone
Comes
And
Defecates
on
You.
You
can
Only
Keep
Your
inner
Light
Nothing
More,
As
You
Tingle
Your
Roots
Deeper
Down
In
the
Soil.
Your
home
Made
Of
Dirt
Nourishes
You.
Make
You
Cry
Your
Tears
Inside
Your
Fire.
Even
Moist
The
Great
Fire
Burns
To
Your
Core.
There
Is
No
Going
Back
From
This
Evolution.
As
You
Bleed
You
Blossom
Flowers
Upon
The
Misty
Blue
Horizons
Of
Your
Happiness
in
Other
People’s
Fake
Horizons.
Shine
Inside
Shine
On.
You
Will
Eventually
Grow,
To
Embrace
Ugly
Truth
Face
On.
Its
Not
How
you
walk
through
the
pain
that
matters
most
its
how
you
transform
it.
I
Choose
To
Keep
Your
Pain
In
A
Special
Glass
Container.
I
Take
It
Out
From
Time
To
Time,
To
Remember
How,
Vile
You
Were,
How,
Raw
And
Cold
Blooded
You
Were
With
Me.
I
Keep
Your
Pain
In
A
Glass
Chamber,
Hidden
From
The
Effect
Of
Time,
Its
A
Show
Piece
I
Placed
It
In
My
Living
Room
So
That
Everyone
Can
See.
King H. Ironson
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