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the big heads
have nearly
accomplished their mission
the establishment
will be in their control
within the next few weeks
a purging of those who are not
aligned to their cause
continues unabated
 May 2014 Steven Fortune
Lunar
beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display
You are like a lingering sin to me
Evil at sight
But Heaven to the touch.
I was naive
I admit it.

But when I was with him
A sweet aroma would surround
And encapsulate us.

As I sit here typing now
All I can taste is a bittersweet memory
Dancing on my tongue.

And I swallow it whole
As I do my pride
Whenever he's around.
What is immortal, can you tell me?
The land that you stand on or the imperial sea?
However strong you are, you're subject to change
Everything will get destroyed, even the great Himalayan range
And for all this, the root cause is time
You can see the ill waiting fearfully on their beds as the clocks chime
Everything has an end, nothing lives forever
No not even the intelligent ; even Einstein died despite being so clever
Time is the little **** which has you in its paws, no matter how hard you strive
So live life to its fullest ; it's not like you're getting out alive...
 May 2014 Steven Fortune
Jade
She
stops at the isle of gold lane and haze
holding her head up whine and gaze
that haughty look wander in space

She
Frowns
unhappily
on a bench across the street
intense perplexity
under her clouds
in a dark city

She
pouring arrogance
egocentric maiden
fear her own imperfection

He
"She's in manufacturing business"

"What does she manufacture?"

**Unhappiness
 May 2014 Steven Fortune
Zead
You feel so alone, the truth about life
A way to comprehend, the colors inside
Deceptions at hand, what's originally right
You got to be careful, it's a beautiful light
Reality is unknown, what everyone else knows
As if I ever knew, to me will never show
In His image, is what we are
Unimaginable thoughts, this may be of sin
The fall of man, no clarification
Free will is proven, within your boundaries
Beyond you see, even with the mainstream
You stream mainly what, you choose what it is
In what context, your mind is your limit
And free will is fake, your perception is wrong
Your feelings are gay, a fool is how one reads
How one understands, can none be there
Where i go, my own land
Alone we are, together we think
The lessons we learn, the styles we live
Yet we forget, as infinities twin
No more than zero, it's such a joke
To ask for us, below the core
Not for us, our being is just
The first poem I wrote. I was just writing my thoughts down and ended up in somewhat poetic form. And that is how I started getting into poetry. This poem is extremely personal. And precisely one of the most accurate scripts to ever describe how I felt at one point in my life.
Power line cutting a thick
Scar across the
Hillside of
Trees.
Signatures of Civilisation; straight
Lines and angles,
Perfect circles. All within
What has none.
Needs none.
Wants none.

Maimed and modified
By the cynical scalpel
Of laziness named Progress,
By incompetent
Surgeons.

Waterfalls tamed and forced
Through turbines.
This naked mountaintop
Was a mile stone
For pedestrian generations.
Now it holds that giant antenna
Like a spiteful eyesore
To those who love
The land.

Power and signals, to sit
In air conditioned comfort
And watch
Nature shows on TV.
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