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Michael John Mar 2022
do you remember yourselves?
do you recall your arrogance?
ah,it was yours!?-
we were a species of non-human-

there to increase your wealth..
your beauty enhanced,
were you the law
of a proud land-!

but you got what you deserved?
a little bird has told such
and it came from the core-
your own hand..!
i am asked if i remember myself-
Michael John Mar 2022
(i am 500 today!)
and how odd
life is say-
why me,lord,
not to betray
the still road
a long way!
a lost word-
to what may-
a heavy load
undeniably
but o
young to old
hey presto!  
time´s fold
crazy..
Michael John Mar 2022
write every day?!
from some unasuming
fray
some harmless little
explosion
that leads
to armageddon
to her smiling
eyes
back to the
past
the way forever..
Michael John Mar 2022
you get paid for selling
shoes
you get paid for cutting hair
i want to be paid for
playing the guitar..

you get paid for selling
stocks and shares
you get paid for selling
time-share
i want to be paid etc

you get paid for selling
weapons
you get paid for selling children
i want to..so on

you get paid for selling ******
you get paid for selling ******
i want..


you get paid for nothing
you get paid for nothing
i..
tick the box..it is easier to be just about anything than a musician,or any kind of artist ..if you were wondering..
Michael John Mar 2022
i dont like you
but you are entitled
to your sad existence
(such as it is)

and if you choose to
cry about it
while you goose step
with pointy finger

then,a quick and
speedy death,
my friend, and
that is kind..
Michael John Mar 2022
when i remember the door
the light from a jar
the shade of a car
a backyard star
wallpaper-

a blinding river
a little giver
varying aroma
warmer
getting better

pedals
nettles
bordem
the perfumed
garden

azimuth
my mouth
trout
nowt
out
a new coat

valliant
ants
cant
selling apples
door to
door..

jars
jarred
sword
my bycicle
bell
telling

hills
sitting
still
fill
full
will
and so..
Michael John Mar 2022
when i remember dogs
i am young once again-
a feeling of vaguest
recollection-an essence

never the less and what
was to come?
only a poor swain?!
nothing for a heart..
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