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Apr 2018 · 208
alive or dead?
we live on
only to find
out
that life
is not life
not the one we expected
at least.

alive in our thoughts
sometimes
but mostly
we're dead
not soon enough
perhaps.

if only we'd grasp
what's really going on
but
then again
what would
be left
then
of life
or death?
Mar 2018 · 207
the weather
we're a nation
who loves to yack about the weather.

why?

we can't change it
Feb 2018 · 207
you want poetry?
i'll give you poetry.

not the fancy stuff
filled with delicious lines
beautiful stanzas
years and years of
knowing
what?

raw words.

real life.

life before life
life after death
life of all
life of a few

isn't that what you want,
really?
Feb 2018 · 240
I'm back
Hey, you!

Over here.

Nothing to say, really.

But everything to tell.

Music, life, tears, and a little bit of love.

Thank you, God.

(My God.)

Thank you.
Jul 2017 · 588
Untitled
i love you

not one to one
but everything
that ever was

souls touch
connected
by a deep connection

to something
other
than
self

you,
or i
everything
we ever were.
Jul 2017 · 193
Untitled
i wake up
to a world gone mad
violence, addiction, greed

trying to make sense
is a death dealing experience
madness

the only way to be
is to be
100%
who we were born
of our mother

and then to craft something
magnificent
alive
birthed by love

and to pay homage
to the fact
that we're here
amongst the madness
to be madder than all the rest.
Jul 2017 · 297
a creative life
doomed to die
without ever bleeding
out
let alone
opening
our hearts.

we ****. at life.
we can't get a handle what it is
to live
(or even)
to die?

we run scared like little children
lost
in our own
steady
inevitable decline.

is it any wonder
so many
check
out.
Aug 2015 · 379
Untitled
Only time will tell
if we make the breakthrough
from one half
to another
where the light
shines to a space
fantastic
with creation
with realisation
immune
to falsification
to something that never
was
not in this life or
the next.
Aug 2015 · 272
Untitled
we go from day to day
half expecting
things to change
by some miracle of...luck
but in the end
one day, always
like the next
call that life
no,
an early death.
Aug 2015 · 270
Untitled
a caged bird
that's never found
its voice
let alone
flapped its wings.
Aug 2015 · 291
Why?
A cry for help
a tearful wave
nothing reaches us
dead
from a life spent pleasing
all and everyone
without questioning
why
we should be so naive
to not even try
to understand
why
we were born to live
and die
without ever understanding
why, why, why.

— The End —