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I'll show you how the world burns,

It comes in simply steps,

An effigy,
An idea to hold on to,
A sacred symbol,

A **** good convincer.
I can't be everything,
I can't be major general Truth,
So I'm sorry I destroyed it,
I'm sorry I turned my back on the people who read me through,
I think I would disappoint,
The people who inspired me,
If they saw the spires burning,
With the match laying in my hand.
as a kid we can't wait to grow up
we want to explore the world
cause nobody wants to explain with words

afraid to crash you down

so I got to be strong
cause I can't wait this long
I figured it out myself
and found the darkest place
and now need space
cause I’m falling in this phase people call it "youth"

Almost there

now I’m past halfway
3 years holding me back
and every day feels like a trap
Dear me,
They don't need to see you to hear you...
Daydreaming under neon luminance
I’m dancing through dark spaces
Where the light divides lines
If I touch, I wake
If I wake you fade.

How can I wade through space?
In the waves of time misplaced
When every time my eyes close
I’m seeing heartbeats strobe your face.

When can I travel beyond the path of reason?
When am I more than a winged insect to your fires?

I’m swimming
Into the purple and blues of this room,
Finding the beauty and reason
To bring you back to me,
We are like the roots of a forest
We tangle endlessly.

So let me sleep,
Let it be a token of my release
You’re a drug I need,
I’d die of withdrawal if you depleted
And if it’s a worshipping you need,
I’d break the pattern,
Submit to you as you have to me.

Whip me with your leather,
Tie me to the bed posts,
Do with me whatever,
I don’t want to lose this,
Need to feel my purpose
Spotting you with love bites
I can see you clearly in the low lights,
So as my eyes close won’t you come home?
Inspired loosely by Sleep Token
It doesn't matter what I say,
You won't read it anyways.
But you don't hurt me,
You make me happy.
What makes me unhappy isn't you,
It's when you push me away,
Please stop icing me out.
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                     Pushkin the Poetic Cat

Long, lean, and lanky, he slithers like a snake
In blue-grey fur; he makes the mousies quake

But I haven’t seen him in several days
He roams the woods and fields, he hunts, he strays

He’s proud and brave, my handsome Russian Blue -
Did he cross claws with a treacherous Chartreux?

Did they exchange hisses at just ten paces
Does his little corpse lie in wild snowy spaces?

I hope his life hasn’t ended like that
For I very much miss my dear little cat
Pushkin-Cat
You were worried about
the storm, so you
invited it in,
wanting to control the
damage through your
kindness and friendship.
But you can't.
The storm doesn't have
a conscience.
It will never be a cute
pet on your leash.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published book, Sleep Always Calls, available on Amazon.
We talk about the
past like it's a
movie we
watched together.
You liked the
cinematography.
I didn't care for the
cruelty of the
protagonist.

We disagree on the
theme, and every
scene holds different
aspects of
symbolism for us.
I'm not sure I want
there to be a sequel,
despite the good
acting.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE
Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my latest book, Sleep Always Calls.  It's available on Amazon.  My two other books are also available.  Seedy Town Blues and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.
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