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With colourful words on paper I paint,
Creating images, some bleak, some quaint,
The source eternal, the well of my soul,
To ease other's burden, my wordly goal.

If what I share, can ease your pain,
Then comfort from words, we both shall gain,
Pains shared by one, can help cure two,
So share my words, my gift to you.


© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
We are the lemmings
marching together towards the edge of the cliff

We are the ants
blindly following each other in the circle of death

We are the bees
sentenced to die for our curiosity

We prey
We ****
We eat
We fight

We are
desperately clinging on to
our pack
our flock
our herd
terrified of facing death
alone
If I were a tree
then a poem, to me
would flow just like
my xylem and phloem
We write it and we destroy it
Do with it what we see fit
Tear it up
Burn it, hide it below dead js in a cup
Like our souls
Like the cigarette burn holes
In our shirts and our arms
Our sleeping bags
Awoken to forever-under-our-eyes bags
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