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Squashed two
I am squashed between two worlds and though grown from my roots, trying to maintain some clemency. Hoping to think and not offend; I was raised too cautious, but in awe of heroes; I fought inside my mind: I did … Continue reading
Squashed one
I don’t agree with all I love, but love those who don’t agree. If my mother taught me anything, it was how to be contrary.
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Tagged argument, creative writing, disagreement, discourse, family, love, poem, poetry, polemic, rhyme, verse, writing
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Mourning the dodging of many bullets
If I survive to be old, I hope that by then society will have learnt that experience does not equal wisdom, and that survival may only indicate the dodging of many bullets. If they treat me with reverence, let it … Continue reading
sOmetHingS coMiNg
LEaded stomach fRom much eAting wAsted feEling, watching telly pLease consideR fuTure movements withOut hope Of achieviNg tHe easy way is to relish greyness or maKe claims you’ll change youR failings but oUtside the liGht it faded its beeN quite … Continue reading
Interesting times
May you live in interesting times, but not be overly bothered by the inconvenience that brings. Sitting on a sofa, eating cold pizza and worrying about when the internet will come back on, I might be better bleeding or screaming … Continue reading
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Broken promises
kick out as they get stupid whilst you sacrifice their brains financing all that’s needed to have your wicked way and later when the air is clear and no one left can speak what lead us to this other place … Continue reading
BehAve
Vacuous at the idiots ballet, tripping through words, missing the meaning and not for the reason of deconstructing truth, but rather to eliminate the freedoms that exist therein. An act of war, spitefully clawing at what little we have learnt … Continue reading
Broken promises
Broken on the walking daily, slipped up, chucked up, spent on stuff and never thought they’d have to do it. One said he’d do it anyway, though he thought it wrong; at some point that was the idea or something, … Continue reading
Vines – 7th traveller
Walk confined in shaded spaces on the hottest days of summer through the weary neglected path. Stopping, occasionally, caught in meticulous inspection the visitor calmly thinks. The hurried words and uncertain movements changes under foot and on the skyline, extend … Continue reading
Castle gate to tree – part of the 7th traveller
Distorted faces, fueled by Bacchus light, pass in pointless fury. No sense or reason for this gathering grim, for stretching maleness, showing no fear, and reveling in that of others. Down to the river and back to the day, as … Continue reading
