nick feiner Biography

Gliding through the sky with grace,
Allowing for no other pace,
cutting the sky with precision,
choosing wisely each and every decision,
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Gliding atop rails away from the city, suburbia was revealed in all it's graffiti splattered glory,
Like hell fire or something out of a Grimm fairy tale,
I pass martyred led filled angels abundant as rain in the amazon, necks strangled from suit and tie, color stripped from flesh, I wonder did they deserve to die?
We're they crooks or curriers, thief's or therapists?
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You're beautiful but you're a bud waiting to bloom,
And we're all sitting and waiting and wondering, will it be soon?
So we give you room, backing up a few paces to let you shine brighter,
Hoping to false gods that you'll be a fighter, that has nothing but desire.
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You and I are like half written books,
No one stopping to take a second look,
Pages ripped and torn,
Our binding beaten and worn.
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Like thunder striking the earth,
Your force, brilliant but yet gone too soon,
Yet my tree remains ablaze.
For you did not strike a structure or mere dirt, but my tree of life.
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