O tangled mess of hopes and fears abound Inside these cardboard walls we all are trapped And here, with blinded sight and deaf from sound Within pathetic pantomimes en-wrapped We wile away the tepid, sordid hours Oases of ideal we try to find But here, anon, we’re sucked of sacred powers And left to drift,Continue reading “Three”
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#56
give us your cheek-bones they hold all worldly power put them on a flag
being counted and proud
so I’m a living mass relax I’ve just chosen my own rosery down with the ground without making sound delved into depths of a summer sunset knowing my own role runing my own show not at six o’clock when we get our old news and we tie our own shoes and we know it’s allContinue reading “being counted and proud”
making belief
what’s great about make believe anything is possible as long as we allow it it grieves the mind to know how make-believe our world’s become and how thick the presence is of evil and vacuous cruelty how powerless we seem to stop it resolution comes too slow we continue to dance around never seeing thisContinue reading “making belief”
