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Broken Alone
The trees, so hidden well by thickened wood,
While senses hide behind the deep despair,
He, ridiculed by those that can’t but should
And persecuted by those that once did care.
As fingers point and clone the loaded gun;
They choose a victim crying on his knees,
To watch him beg for solitude, in one
And disregard his perennial pleas.
The rights and wrongs of progress bliste...
Monday 22nd April 2013 5:28 pm
I'm working dammit
on the promise of a viscous promiscuity
I would normally shoot first, clean the mess later, ensure no witness survives
in the middleweek each slatternly evening should be bedded early
recently, though, the inclination of a night is to drink
coffee?
right! right! right!
read and write and write and ride a hundred of your dirty looks
in an all night...
Sunday 7th April 2013 8:10 pm
dream sequence
.
In a dream of night, before me rose
I walked along an endless shore;
moist sand glowed a silvery pink,
danced to bright but waning sun;
its length moving, curved around
dotted by stars that formed a heart.
I peered ahead and looked behind,
shifted my gaze from side to side;
waiting to catch a fleeting glimpse,
to freely fall into...
Friday 1st March 2013 5:42 am
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