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Alex George Jul 2015
A huge farm
Endless walking
I forgot who I was
Forgot my middle name
How I sign my signature
Gave my voice away
Flexed my throat like a professional
Teeth on display
I thought I’d see a black cloud
Or a gang of hands
Enveloping me
Choking me
But I was just left
Out in the bright light
With no disgusted eyes
Looking my way
Nobody asking for explanations

Just me talking to myself

Slit his ******* throat
So he doesn’t repeat
The story about his best friends
Alex George Jul 2015
I will speak in the
Only language I know,
And you will listen
In the only language you know
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We will walk away
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Alex George Jul 2015
delirious and dazed
in the silence of the beating,
artificial wind
I sit,
thinking of a beating,
artificial wind in a far away land.
Alex George Sep 2013
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Alex George Aug 2013
a long long time ago
when we all were babies
we couldn't read or understand
we were openly racist and funny
we loved and hated
we still hated the future
but the reasons seemed to make sense
we had just one world

its so difficult now
to be realistic
to colour within the lines
to love and to hate
to say
two much
Alex George Aug 2013
Three Persons

Where is this?
But, NO. It is everywhere.
Colours unite and divide.
But to the prism, it is just another day.
Why aren't the colours solid?
Why don't they meld into the prism?

How are we so sure?
That the ideas we think outshine every other.
That we have the power to change this sorry world.
We think of our superpowers.
But all we do ever is enable this amoeba
more and more everyday.
-
Green, endless green.
Maybe they think that they should create
Natural Parks and Sanctuaries
to protect humans from their deadly logic.
Hey! Maybe they do!
-
I await the beauty and the epics.
But beyond the turn, there is only a lake



2. The Swirl Begins

The first thought that comes to my mind
is the shape of shapes.
It's not about a square or a triangle or a circle in particular.
Just the idea of symmetry in the Third Dimension.
But sadly, so much brilliance and symmetry
adds up to form so much asymmetry.
Not that it isn't beautiful.
But somehow the point is lost in the heap.
What is perfect?
Thankfully my train of thought takes me
to more beautiful places.
Where 'symmetry', 'meaning' are just vibrations.. Sounds..
God! I want to believe!!
But not believing is so much fun!
**** that! Swirl!!



3. Paddy on the Rocks . [A Description]

Zombies and Aliens do not reside here.
We walk along without any fear.

Why, you ask?
We wish we could tell.

Somehow we realise
that it is here we can smell.

Drop.
Stop.
Swirl. Up..
Write.
Wish i didn't.
No i don't.
We all just don't know what we would do, if we could do whatever we think we wanted to do.
Swirl. Down.
SsHHhhh...
Alex George Aug 2013
this is a deck it seems
the ***** i swallowed
will regurgitate soon enough

but i stand here at the edge of humanity
gawking at the beauty of the extremes.
a joke some of us pretend to understand.
a joke so terrible
nobody really wants to laugh.

time+the salty waves
have washed away the name of this ship
so you can call it whatever the ******* want
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