Waste

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SMALL BOY

I am a small boy
I am eight
I stand ankle deep
Water seeps into my shoes
I don'...

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SAD C$@#T

So used to road blocks
.
he ditched all efforts
.
at obtaining anything...

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UNKNOWN SHADOWS IN THE TASTE

Hours grow as fields of corn
stranded sundrenched this
my only corpse
Talons forge...

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"Trusting The Process...

"Trusting The Process"

"My outlook on life is starting to change.
I'm slowly feeling hope,
where there was once pure...

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Moment's Notice

I spend so much time,
Thinking how not to waste time,
That it's lost.

Metronome hands...

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Plastic Pollution - Earths...

Plastic Pollution - Earths Plea

Plastic Pollution - Earths Plea

Plastic pollution, please find the solution,
Rid all of my...

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Equilibrium

Equilibrium

Exquisite sun kissed waters, mirror hue and splendour.
As I dance and folly, I masquerade, intent on...

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Lifes Abstract Question--...

I see you Gather all you can
Rose and white
swirling in amazed delight
blades sharp...

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Price of Freedom

Price of Freedom

Recluse hills dark and foreboding,
Along sorrow river shores eroding
Echoes of grisly...

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FEASTING AFTER THE DANCE

Her song creeps through the dark-
setting candles alight
spilling wine into the days empty...

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What are we doing?

What are we doing?

Rooted to the earth’s crust, robust as trees in anchor deep in soil, we belong to this world as much as...

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JUST A LAD

Just a lad
Fall softly now
Deaths kiss upon
Unfurrowed brow

Just a lad...

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The doll- a journey threw a...

The doll- a journey threw a twisted mind (part one)

its a grey wasteland
i can hear the sound
like a frequency
getting louder and louder...

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The High Cost Of Nothing

The High Cost Of Nothing

The commissar of commerce
took a high level confab
with the czar of finance
to discuss...

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BLOODY MASK ----- ME ...

BLOODY  MASK  -----    ME   OR   YOU?

Just a mask left on the floor
unexplained, unexplored
picked up by strangers
never...

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Thorn Bleed

Prick.
That's what it does.
It pricks you.
Injects you.
These are not regular...