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millennial mire
Lost as we found ourselves in that convoluted mire of misguided humanity which came to be recalled in the vernacular of modern history as The Millennial Generation, little presently could assuage the fervent rapaciousness of our artistic urges nor our belief that such urges would ultimately yield work both timeless and relevant.
song of hope lost
the vision of my love appears becomes make-believe a mirage with lagoon-blue eyes flutters in the corner of my mind fools my heart to think it’s her to think it’s happened every time my lagoon turns to dust every time I am left untouched my sole companion remains eternal face of memory thoughts of escapedContinue reading “song of hope lost”
generation lost
sons of fallen lands fathers wandered far from home drove us out to nowhere’s middle left us alone to carve our way children of a lost revolt fathers to a new hope past cannot leave us unless memory’s forgotten what if we make believe we have no past perhaps we can be the first peopleContinue reading “generation lost”
sorry for myself
today, I am invisible the space I occupy passed on sight a void of smokey vapours lost land of ghost and dream gleaming emptiness proves fraud shining beacon of love goes dark reflecting presence of outside faces self concern drains from me the song of a faceless man beat of a silent drum my re-occurringContinue reading “sorry for myself”
gene machines
foraging, we slave away collecting all our feeble burdens it’s a distraction occupy the mind, you make it simple to design the maze we run to find the prize to find our eyes lost within, we are machines just more gene machines kept inside, left without no satisfaction for the patient no more gifts fromContinue reading “gene machines”
lost
hello, my name is lost and here I wander in a haze you have made me this way no knowledge, unaware oblivious to the plight of infatuation my angel, my starlight the pole in the sky that harkens my heart and pulls the strings of my orientation hardship, oh bloody let-down still we are notContinue reading “lost”
