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Commuter Poet Oct 2016
Hossty mogarty
Fistral brist
Ay sluggery bithlle bat
Tinkletun misk

Foraven mo groggle
Terappitur drast
In camperidge burbow
Ill wungledon masst

Ee burbinger hoddle
Yie tungldown gossts
Am risstle oopsingen
Ter platiffer hoast

En dungledoon oppers
Woa bloaten ett ghabb
Mer tickerrn billborron
Furen dishten lab
A Halloween spell to be recited on this ghostly day
31st October 2016
Max O Jul 2011
I saw my future in the hands of man,
a drast and cold one it is,
how many times shall my hands be scorged,
be poisoned,
be tainted,
the blackness of all sorrows surround


The moon's face shall surely eat me alive,
shall the stars have so much lust,
following,
I am followed by the past I led,
awaiting the uneditible future I set


My mind racing with thoughts I never had,
dreams of faces I never saw,
can you see thhe mind of bleekness,
hear the voice of the confused


The trees run down from the shadows,
blind I cannot see,
led by the darkness I trust,
so surely I will not be betrayed


bleeding through the cracks in the walls,
my life,
incomplete but perfect,
take notice of the lakes of nothing,
nothing to fill,
to fill the damages made by others


Too sure they can solve,
help they say,
cannot comprehend the meaningless of life,
putting something where nothing used to be,
impossible


I wait for the future,
time of meaningless will mean too many,
someday of mine shall surely follow.

— The End —