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Shapes blurred

A painter stands in an empty corner In a crowded quarters The streets crisscross like The tangled thoughts of A crazy jealous A man A woman A something in between A confused A confusion A painter stands with a last … Continue reading

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Shadow warriors

It is a mythology daddy My daughter assures me As we recount the story The dream I had The shadow floating in the void That is my mind A horse, A knight, A savage warrior A hyena eating the dead … Continue reading

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Prisoner

When thought becomes a prisoner Of fear When heart beats to orders in mindless Despair When tomorrow is coloured by numbness To spare The last dying ounce of sanity in madness Present Now becomes the jail, the jailer and the … Continue reading

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Help screaming

Help me please Please Help me to scream, to Fill the numbing Void in my head with Meaningless noise to Destruction Numbing Void I Write Words on a floating board Boat it transpires Boat to escape Screaming in the hull … Continue reading

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Full moon returns

Children sit around the old man Full attention is given to his words Telling the story of the full moon warrior, he Chews and spits Holding suspense between his coughs. Woman warrior named moon Revolts against the tyranny of the … Continue reading

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Mouse

I spent the morning looking for my mouse I dropped it in the washing basket Its plastic ears are broken After A round of rollercoaster laundry. I stood there like a child watching The plastic figure looping in cycles A … Continue reading

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Her path

The moon sits Between two mountains Tonight Shy. It lights the path Her hands drew Her gaze takes To her pleasuring Beauty. I follow mesmerised Her trail blazing With desires And ideals of Youth. The moon sits Between two mountains … Continue reading

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