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 Feb 2013 Patricia Drake
Santana
See this...
It is called society.

Hear this...
You will never understand it.

Say this...
"I will never adapt."
Listless.

the psychology of a social construct so easily broken down.

cracks so exposed and well worn wedges do pleasures deeds.

electromagnetic synapses delving into the degree of damage.

Prose for ill minds comes in droves and withholds no force.

fates memory holds in high regard the lasting forgotten.



drowned stone fire pits lost within reflections craters

Tis so easily tapped through wayward degrading honesty

neither gasp nor exclaim as treacherous glare busts horizons

Proclaim righteousness for the still air of true possibilities

crushing microcosmos with known unfounded pestilence



Flare and stone berate the cold states of spectrum reach

Reminders on the dust tails of impact praise residing

well woven whispers dilute the hollow hold resonating

but of course destruction impact anguish abides

but of course destruction. sculptors require fire.
...Sit with me
and we'll glide
within a wingless
flight
and think about the things
that are free
You and I
and a dream
will linger
beneath an old tree
with a smile and a kaleidoscope
and a cool shade
from the blues
of empty skies
Hold
the last beauty
of the sunset
and we'll keep this memory
while the skies fade
into another
sleep...
Mek
Jun09
...The withering
clouds the circle of
the moon
with a lonely fear
inside a
blackout heart
Devil
may cry and get lost
but finding romance
in the dark
will only bear
a void
beyond recognition
Setting horizons
are illusions
mistaken for love
and falling is
even worse
for thorns
are only meant for one
thing....
Mek
Jul09
...Broken pages
in a night of a
lover's quarrel
blood stains
under the disco ball
You never learned
to dance
What were you thinking while
indulging yourself
in the anger
of misunderstanding
Look at her and stare
inside
and see the wound
that will never heal
battered
forever
Fading away from love
you walk away
leaving the hurt
all the hurt with
her...
Mek
Jul09
...Three days without food, his reasons started to deviate from his sanity. All he wanted was to taste what they reaped and a little mercy. But the drought seems to linger on their tables while the masters get drunk in the rain...

...Third world
under the feet of great men
they smile
when they cry
and worse
when they laugh...

...The taste of earth didn't satisfy the hunger. This was not the land that his mother used to tell him. It couldn't be. The story was filled with hopes and dreams. Perhaps she was wrong...

...Succumbed into fear
of losing the gold
over the fields
they mock
hope
so poor man will believe...

...A dawn of the last breath will soon come to pass. He'll never understand the equilibrium in the middle of balance. But one thing's for sure, there will never be a day that his sons will ever see equality amongst men...

...They saw
the harvest was good
and what's good
is bad for the noble
Power is the root
of the greed
Control is
everything...
Mek
Jul09
Blank
Blank sheet
Blank sheet asks
Blank sheet asks to
Blank sheet asks to hear
Blank sheet asks to hear my
Blank sheet asks to hear my song.
Some days, I don't have any music.
Some days, I don't have any
Some days, I don't have
Some days, I don't
Some days, I
Some days,
Some

Only **words.
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