Inside The Bard- Jabber Jaw

Catch me like a flu 
Pursue me like a pipe dream
Someone else has grease(d)
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Take off your hat first (:]
What if I don't have a hat? |:]
Thrown out, bound and gagged
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To outer darkness
Breaking the soundless silence
To make your ears break
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"Is" changes to "was"
Fair warning: Mimimoto
Unfair mercy found 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
While along the way
Mercy's Reach is exceeded 
Perfection crumbles
πŸ”€πŸ”€πŸ”€πŸ”€πŸ”€πŸ”€πŸ”€πŸ”€πŸ”€πŸ”€πŸ”€πŸ”€πŸ”€
Senses do not fail
Though you hoped and prayed they would
You pulled up your root
⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️
You abandoned Hope
You and I are not the same
So your code encrypts
>------------------------------------------------------->
Crab, log, fish, frog, sheep
Rising now from the e-grave
Each letter like yard
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I wrote this next poem while listening to someone jabber- like straight out of Hot Skull- for hours. I found it difficult to write during this, so I wrote the following and spoke it to her, as a kind of boundary, which allowed me to write the piece of eight, as she still jabbered, iirc. I am now realizing that jabbering is a representation of the gifts of the Holy Spirit- like speaking in tongues merged with the gift of tongues- if they are somehow stolen. Such power would act like an overwhelming mental disorder, painfully horrifying to the thief, and I cannot imagine the thief wanting anything more than to give this power back, and remember the experience, so that they never try something so foolish again.

Words to make
Your ears to break
Sights to find
Your eyes gone blind

Nothing broken
Nothing lost
Is alternative worth the cost?

Who has curren(t)cy
To even slow?
Abandon Hope
Of letting go
You and I are not the same
And will only meet
When you lose this game. 

This game is mine, and not yours to lose
Try to hinder, and not yours to choose

So mind well, with eyes wide open.

We share a price, one which has been paid. With every card, already laid. Your hand to God, mimimoto, teteharu:
Who wore it best? 

Ears to make your words to break. 
Blink to find your eyes gone blind.

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