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Rgh Poetry Poem
Visions of a saint near
that bridge has a name.
The suicide frontier
the method's all the same.
a jump into crashing rocks
head first into oblivion.
Leave behind shoes and socks,
and aspire to be heavenly.
Waves wash away red splashes
before the blood can stain,
a church will have its masses
while many choose the rain.
A return to first opened eyes
Purgatory denounces peace to grave
to the suffering in which we wish to die,
back here all the grief & the shame.
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Rgh Poetry Poem
Scatters through strangers' scraps,
spoilt teens point and laugh,
she'll feast on left over snacks,
fills her belly & crashes on grass.
Her warmth at night, snugly blanket,
given thoughtfully by homeless stranger,
She's used to buses causing rackets,
sleeps in secret places, avoid the dangers.
She's like a needle in a fast society,
a sweetheart buried in debris
How does a mother abandon her honey,
junkie ignoring her daughter so hungry
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I remember with clarity
and such clear vision,
I was four years old,
and was being shown
the first time in this,
old house of bliss,
I chose my bed-room
by the street's road
window open
to birds and bees.
Spring's air smelling
Now its
my prison
as I'm scared
of the outside.
I wish to be me again
and not the grains
of loss of friends
and family,
the sand pours
without haste,
slamming doors
and this I created.
I haven't left the house
for a straight
18 months.
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Through the clouds, breezing trees
Angels dance to a song by thee
Dressed in white, wings of purity
Peaceful blissful golden clarity
Rays of light, bursts of laughter
Hopeful sunshine, forgotten thunder
Forever waltzing to sweet tunes
Flying higher than balloons
Innocence captured in their eyes
Always smiling, no need for cries
Never tainted, protected by power
Pedals can't be pulled from flowers
Gracefully singing along to the song
Heavenly sent, no burden belongs
Radiantly, comfortably children forever
From January to December.......
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The truth is,
there's no history,
our memories
are implanted
as we sleep.
Our loved ones,
we think exist
in the present,
are illusions
before our eyes.
Our Gods can't exist
as if they did,
what created them?
Co-incidences,
and daily events
are part of a Matrix.
The only truth
is what,
we make the truth....
I'm nothing but AI
which is a flawed design.
I exist
because
I think.
But how do I know,
you're not a design,
for an audience
I'm put on for show
I keep them clapping
so I'm not dying
of a disease.
I exist,
because
my ratings
are high.
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Words slur out drains in an alley,
winter chills as the flooding reaches
her sleeping bag & freezing feet
she reminiscences summer-time beaches,
flawed are the pieces in an art gallery
the beauty is in the artist's reaches,
of a society's greet on a bus seat,
a messiah washes away the bloody.
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this choir only sings for one,
when once, blue-birds two,
the reflection of the splashing,
two souls, laughing against rapids,
when you danced, under moonlight,
I lost myself blinded to your sight,
a heaven, swiped two hands twice,
a mourning for a special someone,
the dunce springs off youth,
the affection of hand holding,
two nouns of sublimity,
Wish to rewind before that night.
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She unfolds in my arms,
like playing cards,
sneaked
under the table.
An ace up my sleeve
as the winter wind
leaves her skin
of goose-bumps
but warmth
to my rubbing
of her thighs.
My good luck
of sweet charm,
as they deal the cards
and lucky comes my way.
My lady sitting on my lap
calls the shots and smiles.
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Rgh Poetry Poem
I breeze through endless of the trees,
I lose my way in which I choose,
Broken souvenirs will appear,
Fears jam and stuck in first gear.
Hands buried last in quick sand,
eyes focus to ears whispering,
silver stars, captured in jars,
glittering like your eyes, focusing.
There's a horizon I can't reach,
A cliff that hands can't withstand,
A hawk soars above my shore,
As I sink further to thoughts within.
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Rgh Poetry Poem
You sure don't care,
of the willy wag's
tail flickering,
a glorious
morning,
in
opposition
to burning trees,
a desolation
held so fast,
burning embers
flickering hands
casting out
those flames...
a fire-starter,
whose time begins,
this sick-ness
is the air
we breathe
and try to forgive.....
our sins
and theirs,
and the dark is here
as the flood-lights,
illuminates new-born skies
to eliminate past cries..
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