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On the white screen dance the stringed dots
Mind spilled codes of hieroglyphic thoughts
Slowly they emerge handholding lines
Not always yielding intended designs.
Something was brewing inside the head
Coaxing to weave and take it ahead
The drunken horses so wildly gallop
There is no leash to make them stop.
Nerves are taut and they won't relax
Till all is vented they reach the ******
It was thus fated the moment it was sown
What's to be grown could never be known.
As the fever wanes arrives the new child
It may be adored or it may be defiled
The canvas is washed clean as in the rain
Something is brewing to be vented again.
 5d Khoisan
T
I find myself
only wanting to think about you.
When I walked the streets tonight,
I wonder if youre under the same moon.

I go to my favorite place
and dream of your face.
We both run wild in my head,
twisted in the sheets of my bed.

Where we lay in silence,
Wrapped in each others skin.
I think about you never having to leave,
I sit around to dream of pretend.

Where we get lost in each others eyes,
A place where the sun doesn’t rise.
A place for only me and you,
A place I go when you’re gone too soon.
I have dreamt
But not often
Of falling through the clouds
Of our largest neighbour
In the moment
It's not specific
But it gets it location
When I wake
And then
I'm still tumbling
Will my atoms
Resist the break?
 5d Khoisan
BEEZEE
I have retired from temptations of attention.
I’ve retired from the need to judge.
I’ve retired from feeling like I need that moment,
And I’ve retired from feeling too sad.

I have retired into a place of contemplation —
A place nearby, and where I sit.

I have retired from feeling guilty,
And I’ve retired from needing your yes.

I am retired.
It's bin raining all day
Lightning rolled through
Just now
The scaffold near
Pressed agin my window
I survived it
Somehow.
He talks of military intelligence
Two words together
That don't make sense
And the saleability
Of peace
This is the news
There is no relief
The freak show
That lives inside our heads
Soon comes the day
When we wake up dead.
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