"stoneage" poems
Ancient wisdom
lies in
Bones
The StoneAge
didn't end
for lack
of stones
monster ~
monsters . .
everywhere
whisper
in a many ear
loud enough
to stoke our fears
playing games
of truth or dare
monsters
and
their
concubines
corrupt . .
before
we realize
monster ~
monsters . . .
telling truth
the many
branches
are the root
the leaves . .
that fall
aren’t
leaves
at all
but ~
the devil’s call
to sacred fruit
monster ~
monsters . . .
play
and
hide
at . . .
sleight
and
hopscotched
truth
in
dead of night
monster ~
monsters . . .
held ~
my breath
so I
can't breathe
and
blind ~
my eyes
that I
don't see
they
come
for
me
I'm alone . . !
all ~
the monsters
are at home
when:
every
blessing
is
a curse
every
word
becomes
a
verse
souls ~
have
fallen
where
they
stand
in . .
ashened
grey
of
no
man's
land
all my colours . .
deeper shades ~
of
sombre thought
and
darkened
days
intent . .
designed ~
just
to
survive
lies . .
contrived ~
to
multiply
atomized~
in
the atmosphere
as dust
oxidised~
in
the minds
of men
like rust
monster ~
monsters . .
promises . . . .
camouflaged truths ~
that’s
all
it
is . . .
The American Dream
ain’t
what
it seems
it's just . . . .
another
****** up ~
monster scheme . .
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:05 AM UTC