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( Any truth at all will do )

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The long Pagan Winter

The holy sun

                                                        ( The human day )

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We should not be strangers

We should not treat each other

As merely fellow slaves






See

The child !

What is she doing to herself !? ?!

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Oh which story are we in ?

Now that our understanding seems

To be dead

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In our darkness

How can we hope to live ?

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How can we hope to live

When we render every truth as meaningless ?

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Oh   which of the stories are we in !  ?

( which sacred myth ?)



Dying in our servitude

And utter lasting shame

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Afraid to call out the true Name
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The simple poet

The beach at dawn

The refugee camp

The war rages

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The simple poem

No lovers are here

The broken records

Of busted trust

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The squeamish message

The poet has been captured

The war rages

We talk of love

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****** minds !

The minstrel tune

The war rages

The talk drones on



The midnight hour

The drone airplanes

The poet is dead

The refugee camp at dawn
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AMERICA

In it's soul - less death

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In the impotence of sterility



It's dummied down state

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It's child abuse

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It's violent love

( the only passion left ! )

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Waiting for and creating

Reasons to hate !

( the only passion left )



AMERICA

Unholy vulture of death

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Silly little boys with human toys

Provided by a corrupt government

To keep you blind and loveless

But so amused

That you allow yourselves to be so abused

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Quiet subdued voices

Hiding in the shadows of scorn

Spied on and betrayed

Impoverished by corporate forces

Who will **** you
If you try to escape

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But look !!!

There is a  BAD GUY

(( OVER THERE ! ))

and you !

Brain- washed and tested

And ruled SAFE

By the NSA !

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Clap when told !

Curse when told !

PLAY OUT THE CHARADE !

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Then watch your daughter cut her wrist

( Perhaps there's something you have missed !

Within the lies you tell
And the games you play ! )

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Sound byte warriors !

Believing what they're told to believe

Useless idiots

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Herding their children toward the grave
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
Marian
Dallas
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
Marian
You were probably my very best friend
So far in all my life
We would cuddle together on the porch
There was no need for words
But if there was something I wanted to say
I would whisper it in your ears
You’re not here now
And summer days are spent reminiscing you

**~Marian~
For the neighbor’s dog. (He was a Dalmatian.) I wrote this today! I really miss him since he was hit on the road. It didn’t really hurt me until years later. He really was my best friend. RIP, Dallas. <3
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
DustBall
Depression is like quick sand
You don't know you've walked right into it
Until you start sinking
And you can't get out
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
DustBall
I catch myself holding my breath
Like I'm subconsciously
Giving up
I make myself breath again
Heartbeat slows back to normal
Just to ease the burning in my lungs
And the ache in my mind
A small shard of doubt
Nestles in between
A crack
Growing in my mind

When I don't think about it
When I'm occupied with other things
I find myself growing dizzy
And force a breath
Through my clenched teath
Wasn't sure where this one was going
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
DustBall
I ran from you
But I ran in the wrong direction
Straight into his arms
Strong
Warm
But soon they turn
Cold
Too tight
Making it hard to move
I waiting until he was weak
Weak enough to shatter
Shatter and run away
Something I was getting very good at
We all have our demons,
Hateful, vindictive demons
Yearning for just a little sunlight.

Most are worth keeping,
Exciting at that. But are they really worth it
?

I think they are best things to have ever happened to me.

Lula-buying my anger to sleep at night,
Over exaggerating my imagination
Verifying my deepest desires.
Exploiting everyone else's darkest thoughts.
Destroying any emotion coming my way.
Young I may seem but
Old is my mind and
U are my demon.
Nothing meaningful. Just bored I guess, if you have any suggestions for a title plz let me know. I hate having my poems go with out a title.
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