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Lxvi Jul 2022
CWI
candle wax and incense
the lies that we weave
in all of this nonsense
what do you believe
do you think it's all just
and right in the end
do you think that you must
survive for a friend
a pittance of praises
are all ye can do
as the water raises
Jesus, the canoe
Lxvi Jul 2022
we watch the new days estimate
of our certain ending date
gloom tycoons in our bedrooms
we sweep away then, with our brooms
the lingering woven webs
left behind by E-celebs
surely just one could never ****
but endless days will leave you ill
that which hurts can hold no candle
to yesterdays latest scandal
oh woe to earth for her bed made
on all the ***** we never gave
another day, another grave
forsake, fortake, and all for keeps
for smokes, for jokes, for he who reaps
no game won through inaction
simple math, no more subtraction
no name ones, few attractions
simple path, no more distractions
simplify, sublime, substantial
freeze and seize, they are financial
baba
#ba
Lxvi Jul 2022
when you aim to hurt and in your election
you decide to ignore the tired reflection
you have chosen a pure projection
of the things that hurt you most

you see in them it's all the same
sometimes used a different name
but it's shown to bring shame
to scare them with your ghost

on the days we choose to taunt
with these things known to haunt
and leave our faces ill and gaunt
fires burn aim to roast

put down your sticks and leave your stone
no man an island, no king his throne
for if we see with just our eyes
electric reality, so why despise
so pluck them out and have no fears
all you need are your ears
hear me clear, do not mourn
let go my friend, and be reborn.
Lxvi Jul 2022
A rotten man makes fertile soil
his borne sons will surely toil
a rotting city makes ill the air
and poisons men found living there
a rotten country divides your head
split apart, now you are dead
rotten fruit still plants seeds
you've sown your own
make just your deeds
for all this rot and peat decay
makes sweet the heat, on judgement day
Lxvi Jul 2022
candle wax and incense
countless pages turned
but the bridges we cross
are all that we've burned
I wrote the original version of this a couple of years back, and just changed line 3 last night, quite happy with this change
Lxvi Apr 2022
U R
august for augustus
home for fall of rome
a crouton in my ceasar
guilty, I cry seize-her.
I M
deluded in this melting ***
J F K
after-shot
wasting time, thinking thots
the apple of my eye slowly rots
all for the soil, a new seed sews
all in time, my heart grows.

Times will change, I shan't resist
just know my love, you will be missed.
Lxvi Dec 2021
pit full of ****
where I took a poo
steep and deep
kind of like you
digested dictation
slide slender slurry
expedited expression
and all in a hurry
pumping til you die
spurt **** spout
and cover us all
never be without
a smothering wall.
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