Open Closes

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14204
United States
42° 52' 48.3924" N, 78° 51' 49.4748" W

As flesh imprisons one’s soul and mind,
Fluids slip silence; yet hold in time:
Every color we tried to be hid in that wasn’t fitted for living,
Stayed steady lifting the road that was given, all the while manipulation Forbidden.
For if blistering fire arose every time it was cold,
History from before could never be retold.
Hateful souls don’t dispose wicked reapers they hold,
Skeletons we’ll never know;
Like moon crickets dying to glow.
When eyes start closing and hearts begin opening,
You realize that all different skins are just hoping to win.
For anyone can love someone they’re supposed to,
And anyone can love someone they’re close to;
But to care for the ones that have been hurt too,
Takes a heart made of earth,
Trusting Mother Nature to nurse those who desert you.
Appearances only begin, they’ll never end.
It just depends when and if one can keep their head on,
Colored Gods breaking blends with infinite arms.
Physical vision causes conclusions, forcing your conscience to keep losing illusions;
Missed allusions mixed and brewing, while the Orbit fogs eyes complicating sight,
Concluding that without first feelings darkness,
We’d never have light.
And if light hadn’t been discovered, then we’d never fathom color.
But without color, ours ears would be as certain to wonder:
Some are blessed to see Death,
Others hexed to only hear breath.
And those that expect the pair usually accept with scare.
Mixture inevitably runs with Thee,
For misery will always lust for company, from whichever sensible angle.
Joan could only hear specific angles,
Working their way through her body arced in different ways
While they engulfed her in flames.
Understand that the Forty-Eight Laws never heard of a Fall;
But the cause of their flaws made Color answer the call.
Ask: would a touch be enough to know that it’s over?
When Colors act like a boulder, strolling to roll you.
A three-leaf clover never brought a
Soldier any closure or closer to home.
Because glorious Roses present various aroma--
Lifting weight off from upon another one’s shoulder.
Elders tell them that they told us,
Whether not their hands have held us.
Venus did them much more pleasing,
Hence our hearts succumb to leading.
For blood is what we bleed when our minds are not believing.
So love the person next to you;
Even if they haven’t met you too.
Believe that everyone is destined to
Bless those they are a blessing to.
Every soul is a victim to pain:
A slave to Colors not under our brothers.
Yet within every battle lies bodies with shadows.
No ultimate test is mastering for minds that are blasphemous.
As the Devil proceeds to come back again,
Forever ending release ever-happenings--
Connecting retinas, refocusing Fine,
To know that when shades are in line, neither will shine!
When everyone stands in the darkness, who can tell them apart?
Everyone has their own struggles, but nobody seems quite the same.
Just when a word brings a trouble,
Thunder brings hunger to rain.
An undefeatable knight in flight,
Never ceasing to fall;
With his back against the wall--
Not needing a cause to plead for a call;
For if one heart ever freezes, the many will thaw.
Mason’s pledged grief for beating a Law.
So know it should be written, and it basically is:
Judge another according to others” is what is faithfully did.
Leaving a mother sucking the wind for her kids never justified as a win.
So to be where you’ve been isn’t doing a thing--
Convince me that everything dies, if its’ legacy lives.
Uneven steps like Kentai never held
Three dimensional Hentai Figure,
That continued to linger in another path.
Left like all numbers in math:
Never whole, because we’re told that lives are split into halves.
It only shows if you hold what you open at the close.
For what you think that you know, could always unfold.
So if the truth can always change in a second or two;
Behold the days of reckoning that you’re destined to rue.
We all have Hunger, for better or worse.
But to reverse the inevitable curse,
Engraved like a verse written at birth;
First we must hear, see, and feel unique but the same.
Intellectuality weeps in the deepest regrets of all shame;
To not love to the extent of the depths we obtain.
So no matter where you’re going
Just believe that you’re leaving,
A direct, never leaning:
Diversity Meaning.

**Civil Rights Movement & How Diversity Has Become More...Diverse**

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