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Paul Hardwick Jan 2012
No more pain.
No more wondering why.
The mad axman, gave a SHREAK!

WOW, so many words are in my head.
Then one day a mark appeared.
Into his wooded type head.

      SIX,       SIX,      SIX.

But not forgetting memory's of our time.
Everyone come with me, and see what you can see.
Cast you nets on this world.

Fish the sea's of humanit...............................y

The axa fell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  :-)
Make you wonder about your own being? maybe I should write, heavey metal stuff.
Commuter Poet  Dec 2015
Mind work
Commuter Poet Dec 2015
No-one
Can take
My mind
Away from me

It is mine

My thoughts
Are
Mine

Original

Owned

By

Me

Mine

No matter
How packaged
Sanitised
Distributed
Celebrated
Derided
Ignored
Amplifi­ed or erased…

They emanate from the spongy connected cosmic receptor
Between my ears

My mind
Inhabits my skull

Pervades
My fleshy
Bony
Hairy
******
Sinewy
Watery
Bilious

Humanity

My humanity

Humanit

Humani

Human

Huma

Hum

Hm
Hmm
Hmmm
Hmmmm
Hm­mm
Hmm
Hm
H
Written 11th December 2015

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