Alienation

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V U L T U R E

V U L T U R E

How long am I here
In the layers of dust
Upon this earth
Lord Universe I
Am...

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The Executioner

The Executioner

There goes the executioner
In his dark robe he seeketh thee
At midnight he calls upon closed...

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S L E E P E R S

S L E E P E R S

On the train
Who knows
The land
Better
Than the sleepers themselves
...

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Undecided Plaything

Undecided Plaything

I can tell you what every man wants to know.
The thoughts inside a woman’s head.
I like you....

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Living The Hard Life

Ive been brought up on a council estate an i bet most can relate,
that living in a rough area aint...

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Spiders

Spiders

This day
Is a day
Sadly not to forget
Shalt never forget
It begins with...

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Black coffin

Black coffin

Can you
Hear
The soul
Can you
Hear
First cab off the rank
As it...

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E G A R I M I R A G E

E G A R I M I R A G E

You’re so hot
Like a desert
Where I am running out of water
Until; the luck changes...

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In the Realm of the Heart

In the Realm of the Heart

In the realm of the heart
Time has no meaning
And you love that way forever

Except in...

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Adopted

Adopted

Rejected at birth
The blameless baby in the row of cribs
Attended 4 hourly by the Catholic...

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what’s wrong with the earth

what’s wrong with the earth

What’s wrong with the earth -
It’s people are praying for redemption
The Buddhists are...

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The Man in the Bag

The Man in the Bag

I was sitting in a crowded room all alone
I was listening to a voice that spoke in dulcid tones...

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You

You

In the darkness I look for you
But find you gone.
Alone I grapple with the shadows ~
...

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Admirals of death

Admirals of death

The y
Are
Coming
To
Get you
They
Are smart
Cunning...

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The Many Talents Of Boyce...

The Many Talents Of Boyce Brandon Harris

Sparks of inspiration fueled frisson building, crafting,
designing, a gamut of glorious finished...

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RAGE

RAGE

RAGE
A smolder, a flicker into being it’s born
It’s not a process for time is obsolete...