Jimi was
Marilyn
When the
world is cold and the smiles are lips
The floor
is ice and easily come the slips
Walk on
the cracks naturally, they tread on the flats
Bewildered
eyes stare from a frozen mind glare
Rigidity
is their convention ruled from conservative dimension
To escape
that hell where snickers and guilt is always the tension
Age cages
surround them with duty their curse
Bitter is
their laughter as the panic of time attacks to make it worse
Escape is
the destination regardless of method
Destiny
is the direction taken to an inevitable death
Mind
filled with fascination as doctor dream administers
Ultimately
the destruction and a date with ministers
Cry for
the soul on that edge of emotion
A
requirement not respected by the ignorant
Creative
fire always doused because they open the fear hydrant
They’re
Janus because they demanded
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