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OverBarren Mountain
Foot aloft from the bottom looking to the top, this is where our journey ended before it truly began, the OverBarren Desert drained my spirit that I'm hoping to regain, with my ananias wife within my sight I take flight, leading our seed that is now a blossom, the only sparkle without strife that we had in common.
Our trek began with heavy feet still wet from sweating Bereavement, a heartbeat that'd skip when thoughts came of her underachievement, pressing thoughts to time lost from her concealment, worry of the little ones vulnerability became a concernment, my love for both misguided by her failure to introspective treatment.
With the past concealment buried in sin, we are heading upwards for hell to begin,
Complacent in the greenery wearing my sheep skin, I'm happily lost within playing a beautiful tune with life's violin, the child is holding both hands with both of her kin, wandering forward the conscious calls pulling on my skin, but I'm not looking back as she is cleaning her Soullessness firing pin.
The sand is gone and the grass blades turn to oversized lawns, the gulch turns to trails surrounded in mulch, the lizards from the sanded blizzard cut into the past with mindful scissors, we are plentiful with water and vegetables, we are together again, but I'm blinded to her projected suicidal campaign, a path in life that no one would comprehend.
Half way up the OverBarren Mountain, we stop to drink from a waterfall fountain, a nearby shack to revisit our planned procreation, an anvil sinking with worry of sirens sounding, I'm split within my heart half pounding, we're now adding another soul to be counting, the child is bouncing, she's placing traps surrounding and I'm no longer feeling grounded. Something is wrong but what I see is an illusion to a love song, without life's album to be in tandem, I'm blinded to the sight that's sounded, deaf to the sparkle I'm seeing, because within my senses I'm no longer believing.
Again to trek but with four, we're all contented to be one more, the OverBarren Desert is so far behind like a folk lore, the truth is buried within our past and the past is pushing for her encore, a dead family walking ahead trailing ghosts where we were, oblivious to the distance our spirits chased to avoid the emotional gore.
The newest being born in the rain, caused by all the OverBarren Pain, our reflection is cursed by all of the glass malevolently stained, I'm protecting all of us from the fearful acid rain, to protect us from the tormented pasts so they don't happen again.
Closeness to our fulfillment within, brings peace to keep moving along, as the top is where we'll stop, by the cliff that could tip, a house for our family with my spouse, an end to where we rebegin, to recollect from our minds haunted ship wreck, as different visions are bringing contradictions.
I'm emotionally waterproof in shallow waters learning to drown, coming to our house with a cross upside down, lemmings blinded to her culinary death so loud, crossing into a realm of OverBarren Pain now.
© Kenny Pariseau
Our trek began with heavy feet still wet from sweating Bereavement, a heartbeat that'd skip when thoughts came of her underachievement, pressing thoughts to time lost from her concealment, worry of the little ones vulnerability became a concernment, my love for both misguided by her failure to introspective treatment.
With the past concealment buried in sin, we are heading upwards for hell to begin,
Complacent in the greenery wearing my sheep skin, I'm happily lost within playing a beautiful tune with life's violin, the child is holding both hands with both of her kin, wandering forward the conscious calls pulling on my skin, but I'm not looking back as she is cleaning her Soullessness firing pin.
The sand is gone and the grass blades turn to oversized lawns, the gulch turns to trails surrounded in mulch, the lizards from the sanded blizzard cut into the past with mindful scissors, we are plentiful with water and vegetables, we are together again, but I'm blinded to her projected suicidal campaign, a path in life that no one would comprehend.
Half way up the OverBarren Mountain, we stop to drink from a waterfall fountain, a nearby shack to revisit our planned procreation, an anvil sinking with worry of sirens sounding, I'm split within my heart half pounding, we're now adding another soul to be counting, the child is bouncing, she's placing traps surrounding and I'm no longer feeling grounded. Something is wrong but what I see is an illusion to a love song, without life's album to be in tandem, I'm blinded to the sight that's sounded, deaf to the sparkle I'm seeing, because within my senses I'm no longer believing.
Again to trek but with four, we're all contented to be one more, the OverBarren Desert is so far behind like a folk lore, the truth is buried within our past and the past is pushing for her encore, a dead family walking ahead trailing ghosts where we were, oblivious to the distance our spirits chased to avoid the emotional gore.
The newest being born in the rain, caused by all the OverBarren Pain, our reflection is cursed by all of the glass malevolently stained, I'm protecting all of us from the fearful acid rain, to protect us from the tormented pasts so they don't happen again.
Closeness to our fulfillment within, brings peace to keep moving along, as the top is where we'll stop, by the cliff that could tip, a house for our family with my spouse, an end to where we rebegin, to recollect from our minds haunted ship wreck, as different visions are bringing contradictions.
I'm emotionally waterproof in shallow waters learning to drown, coming to our house with a cross upside down, lemmings blinded to her culinary death so loud, crossing into a realm of OverBarren Pain now.
© Kenny Pariseau
