Let’s get into our own
Forgetting all known,
Think about what you are,
For that you are not far,
What is the motive,
That remains unnotice,
But I don’t need to care,
It’s really going fair,
I feel to leave everything,
And think about something,
That’s my thing,
I would love such anything,
It’s not intresting,
To follow uninteresting,
Follow your mind,
A way gets find.
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Vintage charms
dangling from wrists.
Mixing and matching-
one of a kind with
wrapped around layers.
Worn with style.
the man in the hills
an atavisitic misterer
stacked between lochs
and laburnum’s whisper
a chain-gang mourner
to the entoscopic dead
the man in the hills
mason to the head
shaping no store
for the weeping women
nor breaking no light
for sidereal sun
thamesward as mortar
graveward underwater
the man in the hills
mason to a drum
death comes quickly
cold as cobra searing
demonic as a sentry
hypnos rules the womb
the man in the hills
mason to the century
the cruel furled dreamer
young and old as ills.
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Faith, hopeless feeling, going through my mind
Listen, pain…
– Would you support the shoulder pads of frustration?
and the two senses? Being ethereal or being ephemeral?
The pain cries with the isolation.
Silently, answer me the pain:
– Your soul hurts; I am your reality.
You are my conscience, we die too much.
The blighted in gloom
Clung hard to the shining torch
Sought peace in denial
I, me, my, mine
is my predicament
honest, stripped
this is who I am
I can’t help it
I am such programmed
thus
disrespected, discounted
bounced around
used for granted
I refuse to realize
the advantage of many
over a few
ever a person
never a nation
then I complain
i always
wondered if
it was
my fault
until i
realized
it wasn’t
and moved
forward
celebrating
how wonderful
i really am