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neth jones Jun 2020
(#6)
Floods of relief
supplants the Thaw
bathed of pollution
i peacock my presence
fashioned for new company

(#5)
After the snows
landscape runs conjugal
Decay to Life
I yawn in gelid air
wake to the view
neth jones Jun 2020
(#4)
man whales on a man
penalty out of law
a violence observed
i bare to get anger  
instead I view cold  

(#3)
courtly on my birthday
a candle forest of flame
blaze of age
marked memories
struggle for the trail ahead
neth jones Jun 2020
(#7)
a dog night of heat
yet a clear scan of heavens
nourished universe
my mind untravels it all
sleep when I am depleted

(#8)
hot night
yet visible stars
busy creation
inspires thought
delays slumber
neth jones May 2020
come out of your grief
there's no crime in life ;
this signature
        these beliefs

you'll be sought out
           by the weave in your manner        
found you chasing a hollow banner
show us all                    
           a snapshot of your soul


there's no sleight of hand
just your self divorce
welcome to design

chalk it up to our crude behaviour
can't sanitize mother nature
feed us all
         the habits of your soul


wasted time
              entombed in your glamour
clapping in delight
                      camera chronicles
out go the lights
                    and out goes the kindness too
so mad at the way you're treated          
so ugly as the pressure beats you down
hand us over              
the very shame of your soul


let us know your final decision
sat flickering                
            before your television
grant us access        
to your broken soul
address your face in the mirror            
ask it's advice like you are its wearer
let us in                                        
the burrow of your soul
fess up                                            
             the officials have the room
open wide                                      
and humanize your role
we
   shall
clock
the
degradation
   of
  your
wilted soul
no folding time in a holding cell
neth jones May 2020
the sand beneath time :
a scape of copping hopefuls
vandals feigning as Mages
talking up the coffers
and offering angry solutions
neth jones May 2020
all sky up on the mighty
begging of your own boundaries
heady with the ego

you present leadership
insecure
in a blunt tottering charge

an unfastened distraction
fear dominated
  and flinging fear
   as a sense blunting weapon
  scattering the people
cleaving them confused
polarized and susceptible
neth jones May 2020
we met

us two
we met

      pheromone
        mammal
canine and cannibal

      thorough
             in bedlam

    applying echo location
in some sensory dumb world
  of warm liquid suspension

we met

full of exploring
            ballooning growths

        baleen
            each
                      for the other

vetted together from this madhouse populous

antisocially clutted

                                    - asylum & sanctum
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