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In-Visible

31/7/2018

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Invisible memories pass as mind loses focus on what’s right there

Yet eyes continue to stare
Continue to see
Continue to reflect

Recollect on the time when I was a boy and knew
The monkey I carried kept me company but it’s weight was difficult to dance with

I didn’t dance much as a child

I’m learning now
The monkey protested so I let him off
He can find someones else to keep company
Memories of a time when

I never felt innocent

Despite all the lies to keep me that way
The invisible strands that hold together so many’s sanity

Cursed to be un-gullible, un-bending

only truth would do

Eyes cast down
Told time and again this pursuit, this dream, is too great a feat

“I lied for your own good!”
Lied to yourself
I never believed
Was never received
Didn’t drink the cool-aid

Instead, drowned sorrows in invisible memories of a time when things were different

When men were men and women were

Other

When you worked for a living and nobody cried
When everyone knew that white was pure and who gives a fuck about what you want to be called
You know
The good old days
When killing was ok as long as they didn’t look like you
How dare you tell me I should self reflect instead of finding someone else to blame
Are you saying this is my fault!?

Visible anger bubbles and boils
Easier than dealing with guilt
Frightened children who never learned the hard lessons of compassion

Get real
Your head is in the clouds and there’s no time to daydream when there’s work to be done
No time to play
No time for fun
Math’s what you need
Along with a head full of unpleasant memories

It’s the natural order

That we built

It’s us and them
We must defend!
From whom?
Naught but us and us

Invisible lines

The greatest lie of all
Zero sum as they laugh all the way to the bank with more zeros than they need
The invisible sickness of greed

It’s a double patty with a side of never-ending need and it's delicious
Is this what it means to succeed?!

Nay
My mind is mine own
Invisible boyhood dreams and memories
I allow myself to be
A visible man
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The Immortals are Close

26/7/2018

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In a time before the Dawn of time stepped out of line those whose choices were clear
They had no need to spread their wings to a cosmos that demanded they bow
So, with the coming of darkness they fled into the world of mortals
Pretending themselves gods
Men built them pedestals of power from whence they did reign
Not all the same brandished deity
Some laid waste
Fiery light cascaded down while a lone daisy waved goodbye to civilization
Heat came
The ants paid no mind to the flash and kept on their endless march to what’s next as time slips between fingers of sand
The hand never had a chance
These hands make and create but the immortals only laugh
Teasing and jeering
Immortality cost their empathy
Are we still before time?
Before things began to change into these absent abysses that are so deep that light never reaches the bottom
The pressure so great that all air struggles to escape and we are left
Breathless
Burnt
Restrained by our daily labour
Always going in and out
This back and forth a source of confusion
Yet through it, time and choice
Time a firefly flash that burns into ash when we look
God Damn
God Damned
We were close
We are always close

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Tomorrow

23/7/2018

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this time tomorrow
this time tomorrow
i will
know the
truth
this time tomorrow
this time tomorrow
we will
know the
lies
this time tomorrow
this time tomorrow
you will
know the
self
but you won’t be
the same

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The Last

22/7/2018

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The last poet continued to write as the world crumbled to dust
The last bombs had fallen long ago and the sun no longer shone
Slow death and starvation had taken the bulk of the population
The crops and plants failed
What else to do but write
There was no way to set this right
No tomorrow is another day nor movie ending
He didn’t know he was the last poet
That when the ribbon of inspiration in him ceased
The world would be a darker place
He just wrote
With no ambition nor illusion of an audience to see nor read
He wrote what he felt
And he carried on until his skeleton thin hands no longer had the strength to write
And the world
Was left
Quiet

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Hungry For Silence

20/7/2018

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In the smaller hours
When the public doth sleep
The fairies come out
Carrying silence on sparkling wings

Enjoying their flutters
Stealth creatures bring the quiet
Putting unconscious to rest
Creating then can be best

Lunar creatures that only
Dance in the dark
The hunt silence
Hungry for its lack

Shhhhhhhh, listen and hear
Tis an idea over there
Bottled fairies suffocate in
Clear glass jars for our entertainment.

The smaller hours grow
And shadows skirt back to their
Regular haunts while the fairies
Fade

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The Final Say

19/7/2018

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My alarm clock stares at me
Beady red lights that flash out little red electric lines
Buzzing the dreams back to their neverland home like
A light shined on shadows


Foggy groggy first breaths bellow into awareness as
The duvet makes its way up toward my chin
Heavy hand feels for a big black button with my
Future written all over it

The red stare continues unimpressed
The alarm will have the final say

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