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O'blessed Darkness cover me Blanket the rushing words & flashing blurs; The disjointed fragments of blinking walls, Lights crashing off and on, Blue, red, green-the marionettes dancing, So many together and all alone. It is all a show. The hiccup of life, the vomiting dream. I see my life before me; A slush of goo, The stink of this world, Or is that the scallops & escargot? What have you done to me? Everything I do myself- This dream, this life... Why do I hurt myself so? Punching mirrors, ***** on porcelain. Dark, thick- My throne for many minutes... Time ticking, time ticking- I was unaware. My wooden box was silent, My wooden life is tragic. The voices through the walls, Through the fog and haze- You okay? You okay? You okay? I croak a positive. I have no steady legs- When have I ever? I have no: stable brain clear thought decisive moment steady action fruitful journey- All slipping through my fingers... Like the vomitous goo of tonight. Everything we have, we lose. Owning anything is an illusion. Holding on is meaningless. I want to go home. (Everything is nothing) I want to go home (there is no sense in anything) i want to go home. Please, hold me now. ©Lesley Wood
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
Riding the Nitsua Dragon
O'blessed Darkness cover me Blanket the rushing words & flashing blurs; The disjointed fragments of blinking walls, Lights crashing off and on, Blue, red, green-the marionettes dancing, So many together and all alone. It is all a show. The hiccup of life, the vomiting dream. I see my life before me; A slush of goo, The stink of this world, Or is that the scallops & escargot? What have you done to me? Everything I do myself- This dream, this life... Why do I hurt myself so? Punching mirrors, ***** on porcelain. Dark, thick- My throne for many minutes... Time ticking, time ticking- I was unaware. My wooden box was silent, My wooden life is tragic. The voices through the walls, Through the fog and haze- You okay? You okay? You okay? I croak a positive. I have no steady legs- When have I ever? I have no: stable brain clear thought decisive moment steady action fruitful journey- All slipping through my fingers... Like the vomitous goo of tonight. Everything we have, we lose. Owning anything is an illusion. Holding on is meaningless. I want to go home. (Everything is nothing) I want to go home (there is no sense in anything) i want to go home. Please, hold me now. ©Lesley Wood
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Lesley_Poet
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
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