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Lloyd Russell Poem
millions of faces
pass me by
like soft white
milken ghost
aimlessly they wander
in gypsy vagabond night
so enslaved
lost in
the mad parade of
society
just working in this
rhetorical pantomime
to pay debts of mortgage
rent or fancy attire
gold infused chariots that are
just destine to rust
and mansions that are
destine to rot
and this flesh turning to dust
into this insane
karmic
merry go round
here we go
l.w. russell (c) 2013
Copyright © Lloyd Russell | Year Posted 2013
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Lloyd Russell Poem
stalking the heavens
like a curse she arrives,
rolling in silent in flashes
at first, leaping across the
stratosphere, gathering speed,
finding her voice; lashing out!
violently, with vengeance on her
mind! the rain will soon follow
in torrents of weeping angels,
that have gathered in protest,
Mother Nature doesn't care.
l.w. russell (c) 2013
Copyright © Lloyd Russell | Year Posted 2013
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