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i run
from the cold white rays of the sun my heart empty as i slide away from the dark void of loves residue echoing down empty corridors like a child's laughter after they've left the room torn emotional fabric barely holds hope slowly rethreads the needle weaving texture, stronger, lighter simpler more elegant but somehow incomplete waiting for loves return to add vibrancy dimension colour
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to say i don't get it
would be an understatement but don't mis-interpret me i don't hate it rhyming words at the end of the line set to a beat i could buy with a dime talking about booze, drugs and sex life is a party taken to excess that's all it is, that's what is seems i'm a millionaire party boy in my dreams i guess it's really hard to make things rhyme and it's even better if you commit a crime but good for Snoop and Drake they cast their thymes upon the land and in the end they made it man to say i don't get it would be an understatement but don't mis-interpret me maybe i could make it be patient
like the ambush predator waiting in the fog of consciousness for that moment when a flash of light the light of a new insight illuminates the grey synaptic landscape and starts a cascade of of pleasure until the idea is fully formed and swallowed whole and your creative hunger is satiated for now she said she needed space
in that instant the universe like a sucking wound dispersed my soul in random pieces glittering diamonds of hope and joy spreading away from me i ask why i want to push harder my mind says no i shout NO and this only pushes her further away endless days fold into endless nights her scent still lingers on my pillow a scent that is only her as the dark blue dawn turns to grey and i awaken to another endless day flavour du jour
activism distracts us from the big issue facts fall first then language loses meaning in a vast sea of relativism where the raging individual asserts god-given rights feels empowered unfortunately as the waters rise they realize too late they have never learned to swim and their god-given rights mean nothing |
AuthorI started my "Poem-A-Day" writing exercise back in 2010. It was a way to get into the habit of writing everyday. It took awhile but once I got into it I really enjoyed the process. I took a break in 2023 to work on getting "Carbon Copy" into the wild. I also wanted to re-read my poem-a-day scribblings to see if there were any unpolished gems amongst the rubble. My plan is to post one per week in my Blog. Find "Carbon Copy" at: Archives
September 2024
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