75
I think its time,
that I departed,
I'll still
have the scent
for a scratch
and sniff
sticker.
My poetry now,
is foreboding
in the red & clause.
I'll still comment
on much poetry,
the fancy pens,
never come to fairy,
of never had a reality
for a pen that worked
with ink that spurted.....
worked for a luxury
My time is now
fragmented
and blurry,
and the timeless
has a single blur,
once happiness
of skirts and
fond-ness.
Principally
to rulers
here
of this poetry.
I advocate nothing
to a single something,
bless be a statue of
a monument
of a Goddess
Censorship
for which
reasons?
It'll be different,
if I was not
the pirate
of this ship....
But therefore,
I too take
the blame
of
annihilation
and
the
gallows,
our so called heads
in the hallows.....
This is poem 75,
reduced alive,
and so called flaying,
no, I won't accept
and time for dying.
I'll never realize...
Its just another end
to me...
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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