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I Am

Blood, , urine, in order; perfume and sweat, pleasure combined
Visually impaired by smog and darkness
I can sense bodies; I can smell life and excess
The taste is overpowering and I gav
I'm quiet as a mouse, fearful, carrying a childhood companion; discomfort
The stench is alluring despite the poison and filth
Something wet and gooey underfoot, I slip and slide, bump and crash
Noise is echoed around the dark perimeter, percussion replaced by moans
On my back now cold yet warm, pain up my spine as a lumpy liquid eats me from beneath
I grapple for grip, hair and leather the recipients
Movement vibrates through the bass of my current abode
I taste smoke and spirit, feel a weight sinking me toward the depth
Words deceit of form, substitute air as I am consumed from heaven and hell
A naked chill injects, sensations dancing through my nerve endings
The monstrous swamp creature sucking my life as I start to slip out of consciousness
Click; I glimpse my true surroundings as lightning sparks
Breathing hard, body tense as release envelopes me in shuddering waves before leaving in violence
Crawling now, no knowledge it's the right path, destination a roulette
Gagging as the e and vomit reach a crescendo in my nose and throat
My body feels tainted, it's cold in here and I climb the white cliff
I hear the waterfall and breathe the spray before drinking greedily, my senses another victim as pain hits back
Naked and vulnerable I sink; noise is pain and light my enemy
Escape, warm, contented as I sink and drift, hands soft but hard, bruises respond
Peace shattered by distortion and echoes, my brain open, suffocating from weight
Fingers like vines on my neck, citrus in my nostrils as I am slowly born again
Noise, an alien tongue
I can't and won't respond, no words; a grunt sufficient
Pressure, dullness, shadowed pre-life as adrenaline courses through my craft
I am unblinded and the white is majestic; as I guide my other head down, life glugs away
My yoke steering my senses, tank replenished, I peak and demand smoke
Detoxification successes, warm and soft, I am dressed by the mirror, my sight on darkness setting
Sweet liquid in an atmosphere of birds, partnered with minute dense rocks
Guided and delivered to a haze, beautiful hair and eyes, my hub lighted well 
Food for others, poison for me
Noise without meaning, building, my heart beating, senses overloaded, my dog taking me again
I am God, you are too
I love you, you me
I connect

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Pilgrimage

I rise from my feathered comfort, one only achieved with torture
My deal with the devil gives warmth and I shower until the steam tickles my throat
Long enough to wash off the blood
My feet are cuddled in bodies as I descend to my breakfast of victims
Washed down with the elixir of exploitation: black beans and mother's white tears
Satiated, I gather keys to the poison cart and join the other killers
Sadness and suffering on the hour while we monsters trickle forward towards the financers
Arrival and I take a dangerous breath, one I contribute to by my being
Working hard until lunch, when I hail Caesar and his cadaver accomplice
Back to the toil as the clones finish off him or her
I dream of my evening freedom, life releasing a whine as blood and root combine
The watched leg-like hand reaches the glorious digit and we rise
Herded up the raceway, I reach my stunning box
I contemplate myself and our species as we slow into the jam, lots of flavours but ultimately the same
I see myself in a consumers window to my soul
I question and define us, painful though it is
Destroyer through choice or willful ignorance multiplied in a never-ending stream of blood
Back at the cave my appetite has left, I turn to the box of distraction to aid my escape
Confirmation hits hard and I recoil as drought, famine and extremes seem a normal condition
If suffering is sought, we will never disappoint; as war rages, be relieved of your position in this rat race
Depressed I retreat, battered and bruised
Wrapped in softness I sink, deflated
I turn the sadness, pages of another life, and the realisation that equilibrium sought will never be balanced
So many are under the scales of the demon and equality is just a word with little meaning to the victim
I drift towards tomorrow feeling both sorry and relieved, sad but secure, sick while fed
The luck of my location means I suffer the least, how cruel and ironic this moral compass
The West is the beast, so many sheep missing a good shepherd
I finally arrive that tomorrow can be different, no need for madness as Einstein defined
I can be the hero of my little life, bee the change, from something I despise
I have woken I'm finally released, no joint enterprise of suffering, no more a sheep

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Luci

Man made piece of perfection in god's image
Unique to my own root cause
I breathe your squeeze,  curved folds and prods 
Contemplating the dreams, you will fulfill
My second chance of innocent wisdom
I will be your dog and master
You my piece
Open for information, this shop is filling up
Wide-screen wonderful as concentration 
condensed gripping my number
Closed to recover as the mice creaking raises a Mexican bull 
Observed with Charlie in fear of consequences
This dance is freestyle; are the judges impressed and alert?
We shop the horror as the cycle lanes increase in repetitive sense
Steam the dumpling and eat my sweet surprise
White dusting a familiar sweet smell as this pudding is intermittently welcomed
Off road on a peace mission, trademarks of our daily horror
Many thanks for your performance: we share bread as the whine is held silent for now
Once upon, I compare as my trophy fogs
Our rock and roll  the best lullaby as you visit new lands
Until the end stops, you return in a dark twisted red cloud
Angry angel performing a heavy Ballard as a personal hurricane attempts a return trip heaven bound
Irrigation shaking our foundation
I age into wine and gums
Confusion stirs so long as memories of a distant familiarity form
I dare not move as the feathers sound a warning
Neutral territory as bland a star can be
I am a creep, and I must stay true despite the design
Still up for freedom while my captor plays a change in palate
Yellow wood with a still red sky as you turn without moving, a blueish purple
Our world is water now, we ride the waves.
Fearful, we play the game

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Window

My 
Anticipation
Concentration
Education
You have been with me since birth

My
Socialisation
Peer-pressure
Escape
You are with me still

My 
Dark side
Humour
Passion
You will be with me to the end

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Blank

Inside my head is suffering and shame
Laughing with the connections
The pleasure and the pain
Stories well known played silently
In the cycle of my memories
Unique to me

A closed book some might say
Never to be shared at least not today
In its purest form it may be art
But that would need honesty
And a trip back to the start 

I don't have the strength
Can't administer the pain
The book remains unwritten
While life is in their veins

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Waiting in discomfort, though I am 
not alone 
Others waiting with me for reasons of their own
 
Still we wait through choice 
An answer in our sight
Our suffering increasing throughout our common plight 

No turning back now for we have come too far 
Waiting for directions, our Google guiding star
In line to online we do a little dance, 
In the venue of the broken many in a trance 

Some read the room without any shame while 
Others go before you to be replaced with more of the same
The waiting game continues
Waiting for your name

Books and magazines, distract and entertain
Screens nestled in hand's take some of the strain 
Everyone is a victim all connected through pain


Mobility in various forms
A hobble and a crutch
Some with wheels of misfortune 
For others 
DO NOT TOUCH.

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Consort

My goodness, how old we both are.
You, my friend, have weathered better than I.
Sturdy legs, while mine are fragile; liable to betray me without warning.
Rat-atat-tat
I groan. The effort- for what? A wasted journey?
Salisbury cathedral hangs limp, a depiction of man's endeavours for redemption.
Below it, empty white windows.
Another knock.
Lethargy mutates into curiosity at the ripple in our harmony.
I caress your smooth, strong arms and shuffle forward.
But then again, no.
Sinking back; begone world.
I reach for my black tool and sink into your embrace.
Content just you and I.

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Robot

I ask
You tell
I want
You give
I need
You.

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Pre

Be assertive
Or you may find
A journey unpleasant
Running blind

All the while
Choice entwined
Be assertive
Is coming to mind

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Don'T Reed

Anxiety peak's as mundane attention seeks.
Fear and excitement compete as boredom seeps.
This powerful small action is not an option I possess.
My desire to please is within reach, the winner of an underdog's match.
Adrenaline a premature ejaculation as safety of sorts is left behind.
Sounds like lies is the music of my travels with an exploiting beat.
Promised the golden egg, though I know it's rotten.
Arrival too soon but not soon enough to end, simplicity a mirror to myself.
Unable to perform the tasks of my purpose, doubts of success my constant companion.
Solo to face the music, a genre of accusations.
Can't control my rhythm, the dance is pathetic as the sonnet is critiqued.
Another set of errors, replication leading towards the encore.
Submissive in travel, destination unknown fiction to non with each chapter.
First arrival of fear as chilli peppers send shivers down my tail.
Second wind as the big bad wolf breaks down my house of brick.
Eye's to the floor conducted in a smell of fear.
Eroticism grips all the while confusion sprouts it's bulb.
Black and blue as we spa in fleece, caught wooden handed now.
Treasury of cheese but this mouse is unsatisfied as the wheel turns.
Back to the nest I am blinded by sheep as breathing becomes tortured.
Unknown rise's as fear is rationed and the tread is knotted.
A bubble of my senses, patient's looking for clues in detectives frequency.
Team talk unmotivated as we share the animals departure.
Herd depleted my view is clearer although still in the cheep seats.
Silent movie plays out though my picture is fitful.
Architectures blue as battle line's are redrawn and comrades are demoted
Your carriage awaits as we go full circle back to the start
Goodbye mother, we'll meet again.