Mark Miller Poet Ballad

Souls Apart

Souls Apart 
By Mark Miller © 05/01/2014
Mimes voices rehearse beacons host of estrangement,
Identities detachment gaze a frayed displacement-
Dance of death blind of twisted Macabre of lunacy,
Maps quiet refuge Masque in spectacles
Globes pain rolls round silent boys procession
Mortals many mischief play records of hanging cords disorder,
Seek to break the lesson ways to lest en final departure-
Souls connection surround sewn bones conversation UN-heard,
Myths legends posthumous censored Mother's sickened earth-
Decorum language pressed suits emptied improper,
Daytime drama lies fake in the wake for stupor soap opera
Poetic power plays fiddle burning hours stay,
Blank, Blank, Blank-Beat drums grey stones, O honor
King of slaves sips cup full sorrow sour brew-?

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Mark Miller March 3, 2018 at 10:44 PM Thank you Robertina. It really is you who has been giving me the confidence to keep posting. Sometimes, they just don't seem right and then I fuck them all up. I have to remember to let my hands write and keep my head of it.

Robertina B. March 3, 2018 at 10:21 PM Another Superb poem Mark!! I really enjoy reading your creativity.. The style of your writing is awesome! Bravo!!