Those who seek pleasure, will also find pain; And those who seek discomfort will find strength. Do not aim for pleasure. Aim for strength.
That platform of sorrow and sighs,
The scale that so blatantly lies,
I think it takes glee
In laughing at me,
"Your diet has too many pies."
they are waiting for their next check
they will take position and wait to attack
Miss i am asking you to step back
a hungry animal can't think straight
they will hang you to play as bait
take position before it is too late
world in much askew
sheeple treading timidly
contests of mankind
Gamut the exposed mist,
Hail that zero hour’s nigh,
Occasions the deceased,
Spirited phased its grave,
Tombstones elicit ground,
Lured by textbook imaged,
Yields ample space afloat.
The world is in reverse,
we felt so sorry for the Jewish
of their anguish...
of Hitler and evil
But their vengeance
is 10 times fold
and killing
the innocents
starving
little children
and NATO does nothing,
You can't say the word
evil
without the word
Devil.
I wish I was never born
into this story so told
to sheets that fold...
with those so bold
are left in the cold.....
This world is not mine,
I gave no permission
in fine ink so fine,
from birth to the end...
A distance to here and there,
haven't left this house
for the past 2 years,
except for booze
to end
my troubling mind,
Trouble circulates,
like the raising
of breeze
to a hail storm
and this
becomes
my night,
They stand,
half naked
to survive
in a darkness
that this society
will never see.
Welcome to when,
you lose your job
to AI
and Androids
this or next year,
the capitalism
is so extreme
and we lose
our empathy
for our friends.
Don't watch the news,
I advised this girl,
but she told me
she can't escape this
as all her friends
at her local school,
talk about the horror show.....
Masters and their chambers
exploit
us for a supreme feast,
we allow all of this,
remember
we out-weigh this.......
While drinking I tripped...
I'm so sorry I soaked you!
Would you like a drink?
How can I be healed when my rivers are still tender
My heart is stuck in the same sentence
Unheard points screamed at the child inside me
What am I
When the trees stick out and come out of hiding
My thoughts are disconnected from the lifeless rivers bound down on me
This penny for thoughts is meaningless
No worth inside its curves
It meant so much when I paid attention to the quietness
But the wind snatches the good thoughts from hallways of complete darkness
Do I sound crazy
Dreaming of high skies and cloud nines
I cannot see up here
It's too bright and the lines are hard to look at as wrong
How can I be healed when the tree has nothing more to wave in the wind for a look
It is invisible aging and broken edges
How am I ever healed
The other side we face a steep ascent;
To immigrants a big ask for consent.
Too many followers checking up on me noone seems to just let me be in my zone all alone I run with a pack now on my phone lone wolf no more walking from store to store to fill a hole I can't restore at anytime I'm triggered more can you believe the stories I tell ? or will they send me off to hell? I'm just open and blowing off steam I used to have a dream team P.I.C partners in crime where can they be ? Oh yes I stress one was shot at a hotel other one has simply fell off the face of the earth and won't reach out I'm simply cursed of having no friends who stick around as long as I got me then I'm safe and sound .
i took them in
amongst a pile of other glittering monstrosities
the low-pitched liquid consonants
behind the counter thanked me
and i ran for the doors
really went for it
a year went by and they were there
next to Auden and Pam Ayres
Berryman & Betjeman just down the road
what madness i thought on the way home
and two months later i was in bed, in the dark
listening to the large repertory of Carmen
its immortality is assured by the deft harmonies
and perfectly judged orchestration
like my collections in the charity shop
covered in dust
and high levels of vehicular dredge microwaves
waiting for the apocalypse
I am lost in crowds when I am all alone.
the splinter in her
index finger sprouted to
a tiny green tree
plucked and replanted until
milled to embed a finger
Something soft to give
Recoil/repulse
Parachutes
Are for girls
Draped in billowing clouds
Of silk linen and lace
I am a storm
Wrapped in black hide
Hides me
Easy to brush off
After a crash landing
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