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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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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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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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Fragments

Saying Words There was There were Incomplete Fragmented And Thinking I keep He is Lies Told She said Walked Walking Away She said Walk I He Incomplete But Fragmented Yet Was a thought Walked away Both We walked Opposite directions … Continue reading

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Wall map

Thousands of lines Run through the fabric Covering a plain wall Plain with no ceilings The lines are blurred and Coloured Borders remain Strong reminder of Divide invented Strangers of the same Yet Beautifully ornamented Thousands of lines Run through … Continue reading

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Left behind

Three birds sing the morning A brother leaves at dawn Three birds are silent A missing heart leaves A hole in The withering tree. January 24, 2019

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