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Always, Never

It’s never no question
We’re always a little up in the air
We’ve got a brain
Full of gravity
But still a little bit of an empty stare

It’s never just right
There’s always a bit of mystery
We’ve got a soul
Full of fire
But an ocean full of bitter history

It’s always a time bomb
It's just a matter if it’s ticking
Or about to explode
We’re either traveling or get there
It’s about the destination
But also the road

In The Forest Night

darkness blooms
the moon hangs tight
stars twinkle
werewolves howling
the country forest party mingles of prey
leaves drip dry green
the food chain takes pride in hunger
bushes house ants
snakes rattle
wild boar camping by the river
the lioness tuck her 3 cubs in her den
and an owl hoots for hours.

Ignored

I'm writing this poem to be ignored

like many of you
I enjoy being a poet
of keen irrelevance

A St Certificated.....

A St Certificated……

A cop stood stamping his feet,
the working girl peruses a bar.
A snapshot of Strumpet street,
litter blows but never too far.

I watch, jealous of their ease,
she moves close hands on hips.
Go, he whispers later please,
both smile as she wets her lips.

A special street for this pair,
people here learn to accept.
Strumpet street is more than fair
they also show respect.

Neopoet legacy

Where can I spread my words
To kneed & form to beauty
Where can I find some eyes & minds
To peruse with care, not duty
Where can I find a home
For the longing in my pen
& others with such passion
Writing lonely in each den
Where effort, skill, reflection
Help polish works of heart
I love my Neopoets
Where my writing blooms to art.

Dissipate

Another vodka
shouldn’t chill my will to live
but it’s downed before ice melts
and watching moonbeams
bewitch melancholic stars
the only thing I feel
is cold as stone
with another goodbye
I shouldn’t make.

The roses died years ago;
petals scattered around
another empty bottle.
These days I don’t even
know how I got here
or that woman in the mirror.
I feel lost without going
anywhere at all.
It seems I’m always leaving.

I AM Meth

I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your children, and that's just the start,
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold,
If you need me, remember i'm easily found,

I live all around you, in schools and in town,
I live with the rich, I live with the poor,
I live down the street and maybe next door,
I'm made in a lab, not what you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.

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Moon Haiku

the moon's the closest
mankind can hope to get to
staring at the sun

There is No God

Where is the body of this poem and why I can't email it Somebody please help!

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