Tag: love

• Passing by my life

  You know I’m not a hellsent protestant Here I am trying to talk to God again Back garden dolled up to look like Eden Even Eve agrees it’s a tragedy that these Sad days befall a gallant son of Adam My neighbours think I’m a madman, let them at it They hear automatic drills and…

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  13th Aug 2024

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• armoureddove

  Up above Armoured dove It’s all love But protected love Not enough Love itself is not enough. A single sprouting bud of next summer’s furze Emerging from unseen dirt, compelling me further Measuring triangle’s angles, distance between block and capstone Blake’s ancient of days no compass, protractor out Jakes asking around, no way no accomplice,…

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  12th Aug 2024

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• Chapters from a life, once upon a time

  I’ve got bags packed full of what you lack You’re like a seagull pack after my crisp packet Depending on how you act, how I swing the gavel Might have to get mediaeval, rack it Line of charlie I rack it, attack it Barrack condoning torture after Iraq, like a Harkonnen’s tactics on Arakkis Card…

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  12th Aug 2024

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• chokingsmoker

  Every time I show up hammering Everyone following me like Hamelin Your charisma David Cameron My vibe Boccaccio’s Decameron No day promised, empty annals save today and all yesterdays I spent all yesterday blazed, safe Railroad how I go underground Katabasis, man beneath the mounds Trees disappearing like Tom Bombadil was around Rolling bombs downhill…

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  12th Aug 2024

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• Utter loathing

  What lends meaning a moment I am a parchment-lacking Golem in a Prague apartment My empty head compartment hoping for consonants Once intermittent pain becomes constant I am not insane but in my own life acting as some alien Interfering from without, I am veering ever further south, pale  And grey the long and silent…

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  11th Aug 2024

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