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 Mar 2020 neth jones
Lama
separation
 Mar 2020 neth jones
Lama
maybe the reason I am here
is the reason I weep,
silent all these nights
like an owl bleeding white,
sorrow it reeks
peace it seeks,
white is the color of my mother
telling me I selfishly brag with honor,
I sailed through the stars
to find a place on mars,
dug a grave miles away
to let my soul solely sway,
maybe I don’t need a guardian
since I find enjoyment in hiding.
 Feb 2020 neth jones
Kage
If I had to,
I'd rather be.
Discarded once
then reused,
over
       and
              over
again.
 Feb 2020 neth jones
Khoisan
Death isn't casting
not a staged performance
it has its own deadline
Inspired by a poet.

Mercy killings?
End of life?
Assisted suicide?
Death?
highly debatable no?
The folks in heaven were angry
Because their trees were hungry
That’s why
They killed the last cranky.

After which
they feed the trees amply
With his blood which is totally
Fancy.

But all of a sudden
The greed attacked the branches
And start to spread the sins
In the form of patches.

And finally,
the handsome cruelness built its rituals
within the holy individuals
until the terror bloomed within the folks
and hunt the heaven
to burn its strokes.
next to this real terror
there was a real door
that has an error
with a number four

she tried to hang it on it
and ignore its lore
furthermore,
there was a single sore
within its living bore

it hate to lie
but he liked it before
when he was sure that
it is an angelic core.

he will never have more
of number four
even when its rejection towards her
is so poor
but it still can find the inner shore.
within her gore.
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