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Flatfielder Dec 2020
Fascinations then obsessions
The latter be short-lived
Resurgence of sensibility
Once omens observed
Mans' intellect ignored
Baseless assumptions
floating about
Easily dismissed
To be forgotten in an eternal shroud
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November tackled abstract
Flatfielder Dec 2020
Panic in silence
A future at stake
To be easy going
Put into suspense

How will judgement come
Those attempts at gaining their trust
Hope for survival
Strength
,Be Social and kind

Will a truth be unearthed
To let it be
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A feeling consumes
Flatfielder Feb 2
Drain me of pleasure
To be numb frightful and bound
Sink your teeth into my flesh
Rob me of willpower
So I can crawl into myself
A heap of my being
Let me rest steam for the hour
I will escape my jail
And head for the shower
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Flatfielder Dec 2020
Walls surround me
I think I am trapped
Pressure is building
Where is my map
Misplaced with other things
Too focused I have been
On unimportant matters
Will I find the escape
To once more try again
But time is running short
Options No
Have arrived at the stormy cape
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It's a dark and cloudy day
Flatfielder Nov 2020
Tomorrow is the future
Today is the last day
Yesterday I made promises
Last week I stayed away
Last month I caved in
To moodiness and lack of discipline
Look forward to the day after tomorrow
When I shall bathe in glory and sin
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Wavering
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Flatfielder Nov 2020
To a new age
Replace door
Between incompetence
And applied principles
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Flatfielder Nov 2020
Ideas plummet into belief
Solidify
Become convictions denials
any true facts
Caught in the eyes
Which close
To avoid *******
Conserve and intensify
Their own misconceptions
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Some stiff maybe surreal
Flatfielder Nov 2020
Drain me of pleasure
To be numb frightful and bound
Sink your teeth into my flesh
Rob me of willpower
So I can crawl into myself
A heap of my being
Let me rest steam for the hour
I will escape my jail
And head for the shower
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Flatfielder Nov 2020
I walked to the hollow
The empty in my soul
Trees surrounded me
Moving and tall
In the middle a dead one
Bare of skin
Now a pole
I looked up alongside
There to find hope in the blue sky
I am where I have been
A feeling of lost
To be reminded that here is always hope
Flatfielder Nov 2020
When a king went into exile
Someone rescued his soul
When the crowd came closing in
Freedom fighters
with survivals' goal
Stern rulers now must leave
The story of revolving
A cycle mankind weaves

Looking at my own head
A globe on a torso
Two ears are the poles
Two eyes the oceans
Flooding empathy's tears
Add many selfish looks
No answers expecting
Long nose the sniffer
distinguishes fears
While the mouth is the gobbler
will **** in all the pleasures
A foodies tastebuds at work

One has chosen to be in exile
Even when submerged
in a crowds game
Done to myself there is no shame
The feeling of exile
Within the whole of me
Suddenly my ear itches
It shuts me down
It throws me off
My irrational thinking
The buzz in my ear
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A runaway
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