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Dark again
Darker than
Colourless sounds
From ceiling to walls
Always
Strange doors
Like gaping mouths
Dragging tears
Cracking open
Screams of silence

A day or night
Then comes the light
At long weary last
Ended future
Useless past
Nothing holds
Narrow roads
Damaged junction
There's a time
Comes the light
Follow the light

                          By Phil Roberts
Make of this what you will.
The witch’s hour approaches-
What an unearthly time to be alive,
To open your eyes in fear,
To shut them back into illusion.

In your tired veins, yesterday’s sorrow sneaks through;
Do they burn with numbness?
Does the air caress your venomous pores?

This girl is a witch;
A witch is a saint,
For all the saints have confessed
To having sinned.
Can a god resign?
Can he seek forgiveness?
I hold him in the palm of my hand-
Tired creature,
Old with time,
Dark with worry.
There are no resurrections left to save
What is to be forgotten anyway.

The witch’s hour passes by—
The almighty can be put to rest once more;

Sleep in a mattress of distress,
Slip in oblivious bliss.
**** is a horrible disgusting crime!

But for Muslims it's fine? Hmm

Shut up you're being racist

But we're not talking about a race.

You're the oppressor that everyone has to  face.

But I'm only one person!

You're a white male!

That's being racist aren't you against that?

Excuse me sir! Did you just shame me for being fat?

This has nothing to do with anything.

You may find me unappealing but get down one one knee and give me a ring.

You just seem to really dislike me though

Did you just address me as a ***?

Where is this coming from?

How dare you violate me? What's next slip drugs in my coke and ***?

I'm starting to believe you've had enough to drink.

Are you saying I'm uneducated and incapable to think?

Well I'll admit I thought it since there are words you can't comprehend.

When will this patriarchy come to an end???
If I gave you earth, you'd pollute it.
If I gave you the ocean you'd freeze it
If I gave you land you'd plow through it.
Just how I give you love and you neglect it.
We do not have to bleed,
To know that blood
Runs through our veins,

We do not have to cry,
To know that our hearts
Feel all different kinds of pain.

We do not have to be artists,
To know that our souls
Sing to the tune
Of their very own,
Individual, unique song,

Just like,
We do not have to see God,
To know that he has been with us
All along!

By Lady R.F ©2017
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