Nobody's bleeding,

But everybody's hurting,

It's a hidden sickness

That we refuse to accept,

An actor’s part,

Theatrical gestures

Our initial response.

We refuse to believe.

They must be faking,

Raking in the sympathy.

A perfectly played role,

A smile betrays them

As the blind decry them,

It's no broken bone...

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The masses are out,

Me, standing still,

Watching them

Running rings round me.

A dizzy feeling overcomes,

I stumble,

Disorientated,

Overwhelmed by the crowd,

Struggling to find a hole

In which to climb,

Too many voices

Curtailing thought,

Stamping with their feet,

Stamping with their minds,

Trying to r...

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The dirty waters of nationalism

Are flowing freely nowadays

A narrow-minded bigotry

Pervades the racist's ways.

The filthy pools of fascism

Rippling steadily outward

Craving invented purity

The racist feels empowered.

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There's blood on the rails

And the train stands still

But the body's nowhere

And the crowd's had its fill

Nothing can be found at all

Seems like a puff of smoke

Disappeared without a trace

The crowd thinks it's a joke.

Who was it that laid there?

Waited for the train to come?

Noone knows the actual truth

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The mild mannered moon

Only showing its

fully illuminated face

But once a synodic month.

The manipulating moon

Born of the earth mother

And driving its tides

To ebb and to flood.

The manic mad moon

Causing havoc with emotions

Wild and dangerous

A lunatic nightmare.

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Sitting on a bench,

In a muddle,

My feet in a puddle,

Not noticing

The mud on my shoes,

Just the mud in my mind.

The plaque on the seat,

Reminder of someone passed,

Loved long after their departure,

A life lived and lost,

But remembered forever,

On the bench where I sit

With my muddy shoes,

And muddy min...

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Are we but ephemera,

Or timeless?

A work of art

That disappears

Gradually

In the mists of time?

This material form

That endures so short a time.

Then, reappearing

In the dewdrops

Of a frosty Autumn morn,

And in the sunlight

Of a bright Spring dawn.

The comforting songs

Of a dawn bird singing.

I...

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Flight fearlessly taken,

An escape from this reality.

Too scarred to face

The heights of idiocy,

The lows of idiocracy.

Facing up to a void.

Nothing to fear

Except fear itself.

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There seems to be a new cloud on the horizon.

Has it always been there?

Or has it recently appeared

as a reflection of the times?

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It dawned on me

as the sun rose

and the blood red flowers

reflected my life and my dread

a hemorrhaging of vivacity

animated in the comic book

that is life and death

A seriously humourous tome

in which I am bound

until the conclusion

of the final chapter

when all has been fulfilled.

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I want to see you move

Like a tree swaying in the breeze,

A unified grounded force,

Dancing as smooth as skin

on a newly born child,

Rhythmic as the universe,

One single movement,

Lasting an age,

A dreamy wave.

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