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I want the freedom.
Everything hits hard in the wild lands.
Forgiveness long longed for
Everything as it is.
As it was.
It continues endlessly.
Forever changing yet stuck like glass.
Like a ripple in a fast frozen lake.
I want nothing more then to open up like the old days.
I would love to change.
But honesty fuels my rage.
Would it be better to spare the pain like I do or destroy your charade?
All I want is reality.
To melt the ice with cold fire.
My heart is a cage.
It used to be a river.
If magic has made me a...
Everything hits hard in the wild lands.
Forgiveness long longed for
Everything as it is.
As it was.
It continues endlessly.
Forever changing yet stuck like glass.
Like a ripple in a fast frozen lake.
I want nothing more then to open up like the old days.
I would love to change.
But honesty fuels my rage.
Would it be better to spare the pain like I do or destroy your charade?
All I want is reality.
To melt the ice with cold fire.
My heart is a cage.
It used to be a river.
If magic has made me a...
#relationships
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Toothpaste We Can't Put Back In
Stupidity is contagious
Stupidity is spread
Ignorance is ostentatious
And ignorance is bred
We say what we want
Irregardless of the facts
We worship our servant
And our hatred attracts
Other people like minded
No one thinks for themselves
The system keeps us divided
And we no longer delve
Into information to learn
Or things that really matter
We'd rather the world burn
And be torn and tattered
We live in our hatred
While being self centered
This fear generated
By the ones...
Stupidity is spread
Ignorance is ostentatious
And ignorance is bred
We say what we want
Irregardless of the facts
We worship our servant
And our hatred attracts
Other people like minded
No one thinks for themselves
The system keeps us divided
And we no longer delve
Into information to learn
Or things that really matter
We'd rather the world burn
And be torn and tattered
We live in our hatred
While being self centered
This fear generated
By the ones...
#disappointment
#sadness
#shame
33 reads
0 Comments
Dumb
In the early 1960's a man from Russia found an old artillery shell left over from the war, and used it as an anvil for more then 10 years. One day he was blown to bits when his hammer hit the shell in just the right place.
#ignorance
#satirical
26 reads
6 Comments
The Fine Line
Plastic glossed words
Born in silence
Meet the gleam
Of lamps
Candles
Sun
And starlight
Preserved by
Observant ears
And eyes
Captivating to some
Always never sometimes
Ever wise
Born in silence
Meet the gleam
Of lamps
Candles
Sun
And starlight
Preserved by
Observant ears
And eyes
Captivating to some
Always never sometimes
Ever wise
#WritingPoetry
26 reads
1 Comment
politics, down the malt shovel
america in bed with russia is like
the brothel of all brothels, the old bloke in the
pub said, and the rest of us are impotent,
so maybe make mine a double
the brothel of all brothels, the old bloke in the
pub said, and the rest of us are impotent,
so maybe make mine a double
#politics
55 reads
7 Comments
there’s no give
we want to be heard
but refuse to hear
what we dislike being
disagreed with
but refuse to hear
what we dislike being
disagreed with
#dragons
39 reads
6 Comments
She comes in waves
She comes in waves crashes over me
She's the ocean I'm lost at sea
She on the breeze and the air
Like a tornado everywhere
She comes with passion a burning fire
Lighting up a hidden desire
She come so loud without a sound
She comes in waves I almost drown
She's the ocean I'm lost at sea
She on the breeze and the air
Like a tornado everywhere
She comes with passion a burning fire
Lighting up a hidden desire
She come so loud without a sound
She comes in waves I almost drown
#rhyming
#symbolism
#uplifting
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0 Comments
Pus
There's more depth to my words
Than the depths of my story's cuts
Words written to hide my inner burns
And scars filled with emotional pus
To you my words are graphic or tragic
But they really are a self exorcism
Trying to erase my demons with magic
Forgiveness and salvation my lifes mission
I write about pain, fear, and terror
That tells a tale simple and storied
A reflection of my mirror's error
Not my memories dead and buried
They tell about...
Than the depths of my story's cuts
Words written to hide my inner burns
And scars filled with emotional pus
To you my words are graphic or tragic
But they really are a self exorcism
Trying to erase my demons with magic
Forgiveness and salvation my lifes mission
I write about pain, fear, and terror
That tells a tale simple and storied
A reflection of my mirror's error
Not my memories dead and buried
They tell about...
#despair
#emptiness
46 reads
0 Comments
Storm Called
World full of sun
Belly full of breakfast
What will we become
Present becoming past
Stealth speeds
So
many
Needs, thirsts – Thirsts, needs
Set my
Soul
Free
Into
The
Frequency
Frequented by me: Frequently
Born
In
A
Storm
Called
Maelstrom
***
Assimilation
&
Simulation
***
Belly full of breakfast
What will we become
Present becoming past
Stealth speeds
So
many
Needs, thirsts – Thirsts, needs
Set my
Soul
Free
Into
The
Frequency
Frequented by me: Frequently
Born
In
A
Storm
Called
Maelstrom
***
Assimilation
&
Simulation
***
#shadows
36 reads
2 Comments
low tide
retreat
not in defeat
pull back
breathe deep
call it a day
don't listen
to what they say
strength is inside you
years go by
minutes so few
retreat
not in defeat
come back tomorrow
stronger than today
not in defeat
pull back
breathe deep
call it a day
don't listen
to what they say
strength is inside you
years go by
minutes so few
retreat
not in defeat
come back tomorrow
stronger than today
#redemption
#strength
54 reads
2 Comments
furious you might be doubting
you pause
to consider how best to respond
and before you have your moment to speak
is
gone
off their heads they
have
to just carry on shouting ..
to consider how best to respond
and before you have your moment to speak
is
gone
off their heads they
have
to just carry on shouting ..
#corruption
#politics
#rebellion
80 reads
6 Comments
Movements of Spaces
Painting the zeitgeist sentient
Bleeding darkness from days past
Courses of blood racing repentant
Or unrepentant: The die has been cast
It all must
mean
something because
It must
Motes of dust
Sometimes shimmering
Suns
of
The lost
This life comes with
A cost
of
Death: Not even knowing
from
Whence we have left
or
Where we are going
Seeds upon Spring breeze released
into
Seed sowing knowing
...
Bleeding darkness from days past
Courses of blood racing repentant
Or unrepentant: The die has been cast
It all must
mean
something because
It must
Motes of dust
Sometimes shimmering
Suns
of
The lost
This life comes with
A cost
of
Death: Not even knowing
from
Whence we have left
or
Where we are going
Seeds upon Spring breeze released
into
Seed sowing knowing
...
#shadows
32 reads
0 Comments
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