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What I see
And hear in this world
Often doesn’t
Add up
I tend to
Interpret things on a off keel

Rapid fire
The words just come
Out of
A cannon

My words
Splash on a page
Like graffiti on
A wall
Interpret it how you may

I’m not a scholar
Far from
Book smart
I learned more in the trenches
The school of
Hard knocks

We each create
In our own
Way who am I
To judge

I’m going to continue
To write
The way I see fit
What makes me comfortable
Might not
Be for everyone else

But that’s fine
You don’t have to pay attention
Most of you are strangers
To each his own
Be you I’ll be me
Although sleeping fitfully
I woke
lifted up my head twice,
and now I feel fit
finally.

jeez
I might be cracking up
feeling like that old teacup,
chipped,

one day
we'll all be
chipped
stripped
dipped in dye
and given
new clothes to wear.

The Emperor has already got his.
And you wait for another door to open,
to close
but that's the way you chose it.

too many doors,
too many floors
you've slept on
but
you kept on
looking.

It's a ******' carousel
step off at heaven
or
jump into hell,

you've been there
so have I
and we wonder on why
as
they wander on by
uncaring.

Not sharing because I want to
but because I have to.
It'll be another footnote for scholars to muse upon,
the world has gone mad but in the limitlessness of the universe no one notices.

We're dancing around a celestial maypole and the fire consumes us, we still howl at the moon but nothing can save us.

The clerics being clerical
hysterically laughing
the fisherman too
putting the gaff in
hauling the sinners in
and
doing it all again,

The just cause
is just because.

No judgements from parliaments that ought to be hung
no choirs to sing songs that should have been sung
and no bells to ring in the changes.
Farther than further
or.
further than farther?
but it doesn't matter
as long as you know
what you've seen.

There have been times
according to the clocks
and there will be more,

make this your mantra.
06:30

He flings off the bedsheet
dawn waits in the wings
off in the distance
an early bird sings.

It's always sweet.
You all know how it feels

when you're outside and you just want to swipe left and change the scenery.

Been in the there and then in and out of the Devil's den and I'm not the only one,

you'll be told of the monsters that hide under the bed but they're only ***** cats compared to the ones that run free in your head,

take my lead and pay no heed to them because in the there and then when in the Devil's den they'll quieten down.

I'm still swiping
and it's still not working
but to be fair
neither am I.
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