Cynical Cracks-The GoNes

Thunder-tips

your ego

so windy in an ocean of vanity

Underneath

sharpened nails

all screams of the breathless alives

Thunderstirikes

my ego

so salty in an horizon of bitterness

Beyond

sharpened senses

all cry of the cynical seas

Egos

just so desperatelly 

egos

sharpened in vanities

of cynical  fingertip edges

Go on

walk on

the odd geography

of a fleshy crack

to be revealed in silent moves

the same old story

identifying

those of the unknown vibes

those of sharpened edges

those, 

the gones by

For 

Those We have Been

Those We Are

Those We Shall be

The Gone Ones

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(c) Evangelia Hatzidaki

      [ J.LeGent & PassenGers

 ....in High decibels only :-) ]