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Song of Muses

hold me in your eyes
asI dance into your soul.

blink for a second…

you miss the song of muses.

 

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I can't bleach my soul.
No, I can't hide these stains.
My thoughts are so dark.
Look into the mirror I see a shark.
The biggest bully to leave a mark.
I can't burn away the pain.
No, not a big pretender.
I see thing as they are not as you want.
Sometimes I can't fight the realness.
It's a fucking illness.
Heart stuck in toxic stillness.

Compulsion Petrarchan Sonnet. November Competition

I am the sensation of the century
All obsolete ideas have taken flight
I will save you, free you, no need to fight
Vote for me I have charisma, pedigree
This one system will stop all treachery
There is no harm within the flashing light
Listen hard, as what I say is right
Emotions ,are just virtual memory

Falling

The moment when
Everything is
F
A
L
L
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Apart
But yet it’s
F
A
L
L
I
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Right
Into place

Sheeple

They swarm all around me, I've given up the count
Far too many to be seen, too many, to surmount

It's a mob mentality, a furious, greater fail
A serious abnormality, a ship, that cannot sail

Moving so lethargically, pausing every stride
Overthinking typically, tourists with no guide

Way too needy, a snowflake in the heat
not mentally that speedy, fast, or ever fleet

What can be said of scion's, what they dream of, while asleep
Strive to be a lion, struggle not to be a sheep

Most people think the town of Worthing in County of Sussex
Is not so interesting and full of old folks, dried-up wrecks
Awaiting Grim Reaper's visit with his merciful scythe;
Worthing's Big Event the cleansing of public toilets causing tums to writhe
Bringing odours strong enough to ensure catastrophic
Mass retching and pumping out of breakfast in puddles of sick.

Rise

Ok let’s get this straight
Life isn’t all that great
There is hell knocking at my door
And bodies on my bedroom floor
There is chaos in our eyes
And people full of lies
But why don’t we rise
Rise above all our problems and fears
And stop crying tears
Sure, we aren’t perfect
But life is worth it
Don’t you want to grow old one day
Or celebrate your children’s birthday
I want to live my life
Become someone’s wife
I want to see my grandchildren play
And think hey we’re okay

Disneyland Paris - A Surreal Dream

On holiday at Disney's Parisian dreamland,
I went riding hood on a giant dildo
White as snow, such as Walt meant
Smiling he said: "Such vulva place."

Casual sex with garlicked Goofy in the park
Dimmed lights dim sum afterwards
May the memory be permafrost
And Goofy to me still in his tights.

When Eros twitched his bow
I knee-trembled to a little death
Hot juice dripped ex hot lips
Voice called out: "Do you still vulva?"

Sic transit gloria Americae

What a sad degraded world it is we live in:
Violent, adulterous, hypocritical cruds
Masquerading as celebrities, Hollywood heroes,
TV entertainers and basketball studs;
And that's just the half of it.

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