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You close the door to your private bunker
As crazy spews like Agent Orange
In constant counting faze waiting for the day
World War 3 will begin

You've never been much on solutions
Though the problems you recall
But as an excuse it's great to use them
Waiting for your sky to fall

Your kingdom come is built on worry
Sure that today will be your last
I'm asking you what's the hurry
Life is best when it is lived

You know they're here and they are watching
With your back up against the wall
Hard pressed in all your dodging
When your sky begins to fall

Close the latch, lock the clasp
Flip the switch on no turning back
Keeping a constant an eye out
For the Zombie Apocalypse

Make sure you pay the cable
For the T.V. on the wall
So you can watch it all in HD
As your sky begins to fall
Lone waters suddenly fructified with darting fishes
Dark night sky made aflame with an array of twinkling stars
A barren heart fuelled with the elixir of love
Old man sitting in his seat
In his eyes lays defeat
Lonely looking down at his feet
Hearing what's outside his window
Children playing young and nibble.

Old man sitting in his chair
He is in so much despair
Running his fingers vigorously through his hair
Lonely and lost
No one to talk too
******* himself ,
has no self care
His family he raised
All gone away
No one too say
I hear your voice x
Hello
Just hello, how are you today x
Conversation with himself.

Why do they just leave me alone
Sitting in my chair no one cares
My family i raised I worked myself too the bone
For what
For this
Too sit alone
The loneliness it's talking too me taunting me .
Sad old man
******* yourself
You may as well hang yourself
Do us all a favor
The old boy stands on his lonely chair
Hangs himself.
Just worry about all older generations need too look after them x I hate seeing people lonely xI work at a shop with a lot of older people who go home it's just them the shop where I work saves them sometimes other times a cuppa and a chat just helps xcx
 Feb 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
L B
Drinking wine by candle light
Small flame that might've
toasted music
Holding off instead
a flood of grief
Some wall I must retain
Some hope I still maintain
called life
...or was it love or...

one of those foolish things....

It's not important now
I am not known for caving-in
complaining
Not one for asking
nor for needing much
to hold my own...

I just need everything--

Boundless days of youth
forever slipping  
Only one dream yet remains

Wash over  
tender tide
The sea has found the breast
Seals it with its mouth
a hunger
lunging toward its home
of earth-warm woman
a deep surround

Longing there to cry
to take her back
to take it out on all
the taking

hurt of it
the bitter
and the knowing
loss of song

I can't recall

...The music that I cannot make
for lack of everything
The sunflower
Is so big headed
Sweet and Pretty
And she knows it.
I love looking at flowers in the garden x the sunflower is always big beautiful and bold then she is gone x
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