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Searching through madness
The outcome will be bleak
You shall never know
What you are trying to seek.

Dazed and confused
Just one pile of mess
Entangled in hopeless despair
In a turquoise dress.

Battered and bruised
Encased in a ****
Nobody is listening
It’s all to absurd.

So here you
are standing
Totally blind,
Trying to
catch hold
Of something
you will
never find.
Social media a platform
For good and bad
If you are a snowflake
It’s going to make you sad,
Catholic Protestant Muslim Jew
The problem is not the platform
The problem is you.
Are you a deceiver
Are you a believer,
Good and bad
Exist only in the receiver.
You do not need to cower
To social media power
Be strong don’t open the gate
Don’t be inane and take the bait.
Good and bad lives in us all
If you climb higher and higher
The harder you will fall.
Mark Bell Jul 20
I needed you
You threw me aside,
Every night without you
Tears I cried,
I lay there not knowing
What to do,
You left me mother
I was only two.
In my teens my
Thoughts did grow
Did I really want to know
Who was my mother
Who tossed me aside
I had no more tears
I wished to cry.
But alas I had to know
The thoughts in my head
They would not go,
For five years I searched the land
No information was coming to hand
What sort of woman
Could abandon a child
This Made me who I am
A little bit wild,
So with my adopted names
I shall not pursue this
Cruellest of games.
Mark Bell Jul 16
The promenade is full today
With sunshine walkers
Enjoying the day.
Children with
beach *****
In sand
they play,
This is the
life on a
Summers day.
Fish and chips
Inside beachside cafes
Policeman in glass box
Having a laugh.
Attraction of thee
Arcades ready to
Take your money,
Fifty pence machine you
Might win a bunny.
The day ends the sun
Needs a rest
Sunshine days
Simply the best.
Mark Bell Jun 30
Being tried for ******
In the first degree
Execution is waiting
Waiting for me.
Finally to get rid of
The monster
That lives inside,
I know Im not guilty
They won’t know I lied.
Mark Bell Jun 29
Why
My girl with
Golden eyes
My daughter
Reached the
Age of five
Her journey
Was about to start
Then disaster
Our world
Fell apart.
She was gone
Tears I cry
Why do children
Have to die.
Mark Bell Jun 27
I was born
Under a wandering star
Didn’t have any money
To buy a car.
Bedraggled suit
Holes in my boots
Had no job
Had no roots.
I was born
Under a wandering star
I didn’t need money
To wander far.
Still had good looks
Lots of charm
Did my best
To do no harm,
Hey ** I met a witch
Lovely woman
Walked around naked
Not wearing a stitch
Was rather weird
Oddly at first
I stopped wandering
And drank my thirst.
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