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Drenched in diamonds
The Soaked silken necklace
Jewels of Nature
Nature makes its own art .
And when the drugs, alcohol and smoke “clear” your mind that’s the only time you feel at your high... but your at rock bottom honey.

-dissapointed
I sink inside my head
and think about the things I said.
But I often find myself in bed,
catching a wink.
If the world really lies on a thin thread,
am I a fragile link?
If I blink,
will everything I love
and hold dear disappear?
Why do we use such an expression to perpetuate the fear of loss?
Here I thought I beveled and embossed
the impression but it’s just another load
of dross.

© Matthew Harlovic
I've won the game that no girl ever wants to win.
The 'I love you more' game.
h.l
Bull paused for strength in
querencia, matador killed
it, comfortably
A comfort zone theory in bullring.
TBC
But do I really see them when I'm traveling on the central line?
do I really take the time to take a look?

The window cleaner logo man
reads a book and jammed up next to him is a lady looking very grim,
she's watching me watching him and he's unaware,
but probably in that zone cleaning windows and feeling right at home.

Lots of buns as well
Victorians must have
saved a fortune on hair gel.

Pearl earrings is not a singer
it's what young girl is
wearing
and not an oyster in sight.

People
there's such a large variety
and I only see what I
want to see
if only I could look a
little deeper.

Jarndyce gets off at
Chancery lane
his case comes up after
the crown
versus Abel or is it Cain?

I'm wandering in the inns
but it's time to get out.

Morning Holbein
or it might be
Holborn
I'm just
mooving on.
when did good reason become the permanent excuse
when did stepping stone become hurdle rock
when did the great leap become blind faith
when did education become conditioned
when did simplicity become complexity
when did innocence become cynicism
when did reality become an illusion
when did advice become criticism
when did habit become havoc
when did when become why
when did how become now
when did I become You
An half-examined life.
Run
Run, Run, Lost Boy,
Go Find Your Home,
Find The Strong Boy,
Who's Arms You'll Call Home,
If Home Walks Away,
You Have No Where To Belong,
So, Run, Run, Lost Boy,
Before You're Gone
This was my first ever poem, yes I'm gay and you can tell that
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