Existence

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Learning How To Live.....

Learning How To Live...Courtesy,

Sans Priceless Paternal Experiences
Bequeathed To This Papa From Precious Progeny

The...

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As I lay here awake at 5 in...

5am 01/02/2019 As I lay here awake at 5 in the morning As I lay here awake at 5 in the morning, Looking up...

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The Void

The Void

Conned by currency
Lured in gently
Hours wasted generously...
I am full time employed...

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The Pull

The Pull

What is it that we all long for? It is a longing that we do not always consciously perceive. It bubbles...

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Am I the same person?

Am I the same person I was a few years ago?
Try not to take this metaphorically
Nor...

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Knock down, bounce back

in life I get knocked down,
but I’ll eventually rise again,
as until I’m dead,
ill...

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Nihilism and existence

Nihilism and existence

There is a struggle
To prove we exist
In a physical form
But this is pointless
...

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Elysium...

Elysium...

I'm here mother,
I've returned to your heart,
A place I know
Only as home,
Are...

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Futuristic nightmare

Futuristic nightmare

Somewhere in a distant future
Where people all where breathing masks
A metropolis of concrete...

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Emotion

Emotion
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Evolving

She's been flung into this existence

A fish out of water

Flapping about on this rock...

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Crashing dream

Crashing dream

These drizzles are rare, the days are coming and going with the puddles below and the blackened raven is...

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Exist For You

Exist For You

I created a world where only you and I exist. I surround you and you as I and I as yours. No one can ever...

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Nothing sits forever

Nothing sits forever

Warm bench that sits in drench
The world pores itself
poor champagne
Well The past Sat...

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Blink & You Miss It :(

Blink & You miss it

Alas I am to be sixty in april
I blinked at the age of ten
I...

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Somewhere Between Memories...

Somewhere Between Memories And Dreams

Sleep that's all I seem to want to
do, strange hours I
now do to keep
find Its very...

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The dead don’t speak

What happens when we die?
That question has always shrouded our minds
And always will
...