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Lost Man Part 2

Beneath the waves of solemn grey.
Invisible eyes wait patiently,
Whilst the mind paupers a soft religion
The Fisherman`s dance.
A scared vision.

Hopeless dreams in cracked mirrors – the pain.
Numerical factors –  the “minorities” they say!

It`s not funny anymore.

She`s taken lives.
She pulls the strings.
A nation divides.
And I bend over backwards.

The Fractions and factors.

The Inky black and modest blue.
Now the spotlight fixes.
Its face on you.

Judgement day,
And all too soon.
Let`s have some fun,
Left - bible,
Right - gun.

The humble man.
Afghanistan.
Turns white with fear.
Lost man.

The homeless man,
Kicks the can
Gives up his fight
Lost man

Depths beneath the fluid sand.
A hidden city
You can`t understand

Glistening windows stand through clouds that gloom.
100 floors up.
The sun is rising.
At Midnight - Afternoon.

The floor. The carpet.
No clock on the wall.
The silence.
The view.
No end to it all.

It's sad.
It's peaceful.
It's inevitable,
A highlight!
One ceiling light.

At Midnight
Afternoon.

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Running

Magic, elastic. Propositions, fantastic.
Learning, diverting, adapting, deserving. Fanatic.

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Lost Man Part 1

Depths beneath Sapphire blue
Faded Faces, stuck like glue.
Hearts pulling.
Minds pushing.
Referees’ decision.
Under review.

Digital pixels in digital screens
Versing voices that go unseen.
Spectators chanting.
Players snarling.
Chaos looms.
So,  that it seems.

Grandstand.
A Cameraman. Head shakes.
Lost man.
Lost man.

The Garbage can.
Understands. He`s a
Lost man.
Lost man.

Fuelled for what I am.
Distinguished guests scold fevers ham.
Partisans laugh – point! Pots and pans.
Sticks and stones...

And the saviour’s lamb.
His hands nailed  
To protect every man
Women
Child

A grim denial,
Do we deserve it?

If we do not learn from our mistakes.
When the clouds turn black
And the world plumes grey.
And when there are no fish left
In all the lakes.

No one`s going to save us.
No, they won`t 
Not the second time around.

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Mountain

Climbing up Maslow’s hierarchy of needs
But how can you reach Self-actualisation? Without esteem.

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Lost Man

Digital pixels in digital screens
Versing voices that go unseen.

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Falling

Flailing through the quiet air.
The wind, it whispers. “Despair, Despair”.