Poem -

MORE THAN THEY PRETEND

Deep into the sea
strapped in gilded dreams
riding the white horses beneath the oceans seams
expensive words drift into floating turds
plastic emotions retired in rubber jerks
fleeing into a dark spirit
the drowning hearts gather on hinted invention
ive torn my skin
found the emptiness drifting in tides
crimson jaws eating flags bombed in cause
young lie trapped in screens screaming freedoms
beyond the silence smashed in alcholic themes

seated kings decapitate the queens
dressed servants dancing on neatly mown green
it stands alone with stolen darkness
defending the shadows protected home
smashed in joints grown before the gun
injected fluids keeping the rivers on the run

we are more than they pretend
universe blends ,extends reaches the tips
power kept sedated
released then called insanity

The dust
sleepless in motions bidding
awaiting the tip to write
sat upon a surface required
each piece of lifes refusal
treads waters time
electronic eyes eat unseen in appetite

Molten lead the sky
bubbles escort the dead
green and grey storms the day
it pours the advertised lies
and huge concrete tombs
trap the deluge
in
delusional worship

im back sinking feet ahead
through death's worst joke
no white horse in ocean bound
eyes sealed in wax and wire
we are more than they pretend
and all no more in their end

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