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There are ghosts in LA
Among concrete timber
They hover
Through the hard scape
Haunting those who pass
Begging for societies rewards
They float without notice
Without eyes meeting
They are taboo
Not worthy of your court
Or a nurturing society
Sentence to loitering
The ghosts
The ghosts of LA
They hover
Through the hard scape
Haunting those who pass
Begging for societies rewards
They float without notice
Without eyes meeting
They are taboo
Not worthy of your court
Or a nurturing society
Sentence to loitering
The ghosts
The ghosts of LA
Published 5th Jun 2013
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5th Jun 2013 4:20pm
I have missed your pieces Tav, this one is very deep much food for thought.
Red
Red
Anonymous
5th Jun 2013 4:21pm
As a firm believer of such, so much
truth to this poem...very nice:)
truth to this poem...very nice:)
5th Jun 2013 4:48pm
5th Jun 2013 7:22pm
Wow thank you to all!
I try and try to write as much as possible... but I am a busy little Art Director/Designer trying to make it in the world...
When I am up against a deadline I usually say... I would rather be writing... :D
I try and try to write as much as possible... but I am a busy little Art Director/Designer trying to make it in the world...
When I am up against a deadline I usually say... I would rather be writing... :D
Anonymous
5th Jun 2013 8:08pm
A haunting glimpse of the faceless ones. Not there if unacknowledged. Corporeal and the others. Nicely done, Tav. Set the imagination in motion!
5th Jun 2013 8:10pm
BTW - "A haunting glimpse of the faceless ones" you might of just inspired another poem by this line
