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mark-donnelly
mark-donnelly
I am a normal man interested in metaphysics. / / My poems, come from me. I think? Somewhere deep inside my mind it all comes together. So please like and share etc. just no plagiarism. Thanks!
Sparkling wine and sparkling smile, new fashion and new car, a house and new gadgets to show, a veneer that shines and glows, underneath lies more, unsettled and unknowing, we show a reflection of not what is true, a fabrication of our discomfort, a fear of not belonging, for the truth lies not in mankind, but in the nature that surrounds us.
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
Keeping up with the Joneses
An ordinary man Ya know I'm just a ************ ordinary man Cut me some slack I grind I grind for miles I'm just an ordinary man Keeping it straight Cut me some slack Just a ************ ordinary man Real enough For you for me A beer here or there Cut me some slack Just an ordinary man Maybe more Maybe less Smoke this and that Yeah cut me some slack What's up with you Flyin straight Enough for me and for you Just cut me some slack I'm just an ordinary Ordinary man I work I play I get it Responsibility For you for me Cut me some slack Just straight up An ordinary man
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 8:22 AM UTC
Ordinary man
When angers courses and boils through our trembling veins, We seek to find the source, Outward we look hither and yon, Frantically pursuing ever thinning threads, Through frustration we limit our search to those we project to, Yet inward we find the cause of our muddle, There deep inside our mind attached to our spine, Where the darkness of generations past resides, Pulling threads to hard to see, Lies the truth, If we are to grow then inward we must go.
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Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
Anger
It runs through my mind like all the time, Going this way and that, What is up and what is left is to much, If I think right I might lose, If I go down I go far, Why go anywhere at all? When all I have is here, Right inside my mind.
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Right inside my mind
Shifty Mac an Irish drunk, He plies his trade with ***** Be it beer scotch or skunk, He imbibes the lot by the trunk, Shenanigans he presents to those he punk, He doth no monk, He stumbles and gropes till a thunk, A smack a cross the lips for this drunk, On the floor he lay as the sun hath sunk, He arise by the light of dawn on his bunk, Oh how he flunked.
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
Shifty Mac
It doesn't matter, We are not who we think we are, All context is apparent in the physical world, Our being is defined to others by our presence, Yet internally we are defined by thought, This illusion is a manifestation of ours and other's perceptions, Yet reality is not so virtual, We are just energy, Subatomical vibrations in an endless universe, We are all just a part of the glorious birth, The universe exists as it was and is now, That is what matters.
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Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
Matter
Watchin box, What do I see, Depends on the time you tune in, Formulaic crap or something you haven't seen, How experienced you are, Well that determines how you view, Thee.
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
Perspective
A tear rolls down a swollen cheek, Eyes are blue where violence wreaked, The sob of tortured life wracks body and mind, As that blow slows time, Red blood spots bare skin and canvas, A world spinning in coloured blackness, As mind drifts to a place of comfort, The other raises fists triumphant, The crowd hollers in jubilance, Worry not for me just call that ambulance.
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
The Boxer
There are other worlds than these, For which world do we exist? A plane of multiple existences, There lies the twist. Without knowing the answer to the riddle, One’s endless search for the enigma begets, Another world. The search ever in continuance, For meaning and of life. ‘till the day comes, To enter the plane, Of other worlds than these.
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
Life and/or Death
Rolling down the street, like a die on the table, what you roll, is what you get, the number shows, unbeknownst, surprise arrives, a hint of beauty cross you, you can't believe your luck.
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 2:10 AM UTC
Luck rolls