Dream Waste Poems

I've got a feeling the devil made you mine.
The sand grazes my skin,
gives me cuts in two straight lines.

Pull limbs, twist sockets to dislocate,
beaten body...

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To the passage of time, you waste

to an old idea that lives in you
to that vivid imagination that still burns
to your dream that lives on
there...

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Morning comes with bloom,
Hours are spent in your room.
Waste, now comes the moon.

Now the past has come,
And the present it is gone.
The future? There's none.

The...

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This land of entitlement 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping 
clutching 
scraping this infernal sky!

Arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunted like...

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Maybe a simulation only
Tsunami tells us the waves 
Will eventually roar storeys high
The endless quarrying tells us 
One day the mountain rocks start rolling
The flood...

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Space is where we put Utopias.
Where Paradise Lost, was first in space.
Where else can hope, for better there-after, be put?

In the mirror, I see myself...

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She's a little girl aging nine or ten,
Short, serene, slim, with a look luminous;
Obtaining no formal education,
Possessing many a dream glorious;

At sharp five, every morning,...

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Clever as they seem, they are lost and confused, broken down in life, life has drowned them in their own pity. They dream of the...

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(A Presentiment: two lost Wint souls alone converse,
so mind the grown gap——Longshoreman’s Fall hearse.)

"The last boat draws near, allow us depart."
All aboard, all aboard—!
"So Time...

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II. Paralysis U[sic]

Shy one, shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart;

Linger now with me, thou Beauty,
On the sharp archaic shore.
Surely 'tis...

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Nothing over till you are alive,
 the ones shattered are ones who die:
 Join their bones( if you can) and make them strive!
 dress them...

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The children at night;
They cry,
For their loved ones are ill,
From the fumes our hunger produces.

They dream of a world for happiness,
Joy and imagination;
For many memories...

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I was well and doing good 
Life’s full and heart’s contented 
No pang, no tinge of sadness 
And mind knew no worries 
I had been...

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The words you string 
you call a dream,
while thoughts that sway inside
you hide …
a pricy wince
at once with strides
that flood the willing dream,
a breaking gust
that...

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Nuclear Waste 

Last night
 I woke up from my sleep
From a dream ,
a dream that made me weep
I stood alone
With nowhere to turn
Cause they had...

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