grey with anguish in pain I feel. The known is not forever
forest red roads glitter, showing home
blind faith sea moves with the blood, whisper the moon
crowns of coins, to be here is to fall low, I think
melancholic moods shifting eyes seek the mind
at one with her brooding, universe stretches
across voiceless reaching tundras of mistakes and forgotten promises
violent emotions raging horizons burning, the bird speaks
ancient sequences that flow across lakes in darkness
spearheading the dawn, severed ties of kin, poor
boy starves with an anarchist saint, gone to the hell we all recognize
a simple smile trace wisdom taints, riding, riding on and on
to birth civilization per capita world-wide beliefs sullen
infinite symbols in finite time, student taught all of the nothings we
can share, gifts of love and survival. Shifting moods eclipse
faces gone by, nodding in slumber’s fire, an air of power
an aura of improbability, or perhaps reality?
donate to life’s river in given pain sifting silence
audacious extreme tripping on monogamy
female business, watery pale and driven by element
highway trails the seven of night pass too few
minutes in idleness, a strange kill to stage
the torn flesh appeasement, crucifixion mainframe
IRSFBICIANSB close fist powers in shadow
broiling brains in ramen and crystal, cooking a fine submission
dwell in your doubt with a most noble certainty
Autumn son finding no life on his island, frustrating
the nonsensical applications, hushed and battered
conform conform conform or pay or pay or pray or stay or play
or pay
revolution is a child, mine own offspring, give or take without words
a ritual sustaining you with animalistic furies and chew toys
bitch is frisky and bored, preys upon the strong instead
hooks in skin, pull pull again in the comfort of your own home
I love her, does she know?
my hand is an old weapon, the clouds carry a portent
abodes lightless, no life? query:unknown
affirmative answer. ?confirmation, confrontations
that mean nothing, all leads to the current focus of life
acceptable levels of violence we must always display
industries kill to make us happy, everyone smiles their death-grins
and cackle hellishly, Where Am I? sold your soul
the stove needs coal, another one coal dusted gunned down
misdemeanor: Am I nothing? no worries will be here
winning losses, the mass soul cries and howls with rage
diseased figures, marionettes with no values enshroud
the whore, principles of her wrath fingers shattered
tears shed by the sea, skies black bending intercity
society procreation, kill the young those who follow a herd
of sheep lambs to slaughter rape insolence crowd changing
their colors red-blue-green-grey-white-black an illness
spreads fed well, trapped in the vest, pulsing in chest
asylum screams witness to misinformation in a maelstrom
of people institute of dismemberment of my humanity
corpses tread upon, a forgotten wasting wasted in
disgust for the dogs, rubber dreams, scorn wishes of
hope seek to be lost and never found
limbo, hell, or heaven? certainly he walks the black steps
white walls, green sheets, buy the burdens and lament
life for games the system plays well dying is prudent
“of course”, she says to the young man in virulent emotion
can you explain the movement deep, never so foolish in suicide…
To Be Continued…
I like the new design of the page.
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Thanks Bueno!
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Wow. I was about to make a morning cup of tea. Nope, coffee it is.
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Lmao. Thanks V🙌
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OldePunk/RamJet Poetry
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Bello il tuo blog 🙂
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💞 grazie amico mio!!
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Wow, you never cease to amaze!
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Thank you Sarah 🙏
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Of course!
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Yes,’ revolution is a child’ -wonderful piece.
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Thanks Daisy 😊
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Fucking speechless – with admiration…
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Thank you sir🙏
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