The noise inside the nebula voyages interstellar corporations in conjunctions of synchronized umbrellas, the camouflage of chemtrails inorganic to the clouds disrespect is only loud when it silences the crowd in the movie of our lives yet blinded by theatrics, manipulated minds purposely quarantined in pediatrics the same songs been playing on repeat masquerading trick or treat as the candy that we eat has been rotten in deceit and I may not not know enough but I am paying attention. The mind of rage
Blair Redmond
@blairbearing · 1:01
Rage. I'm over here listening to your work while I work, and I came across this piece, and I just had to jump on here and say some things, or I guess highlight some things, some lines in your poetry that stuck out to me. First and foremost, the music. Just, wow. That just amplifies the message that you're delivering. Ceremonies of chaos, like those three little words, just. Yes. Landscaping. The sadness. So many ghosts in the
And if there's messages that meant something that's hieroglyphic to me, so this is my hieroglyphics, and this is how it's done. And I appreciate that you vibe with it, and you understand that's. That's special. Very special. And shout out to you for that. Definitely. This awareness, you want it, so, yeah. Salute. Thank you so much. Bye