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A reflection

A reflection of mind
Dare you look at the reflection
Of that gaping mouth
That gave forth truths

Sometimes cruel words
Crossed those aged teeth
Glowing sickly yellow
Where bleeding gums
Had lost interest in their use

How strained bloodshot eyes
Strained against old dirty bulbs
Clad in cheap fragile glass
Where flys had deficated with ease

Electricity flickered irritatingly
Screaming at modern tubes
Lost in time their story of saving
What is this Martian landscape

Here you would need a trowel
To fill the grave seeking lines
Etched deep in your surface
Here and there a grey stump
Sticking out of what was black gold

Wretched man who gazes so
If only you could bear to see
This rough reality of a once God
Drag dangerous thoughts away
Catch not a glimpse of physical reality

Bare your soul its depths you’d see
That retched creature you have made
That cannot for mercy sake
Bear the product of forsaken years

Time is that heap of crap
That you have made and crept under
No wonder your eyes told lies
And sank as the last sunset

Blood red and with a finality
Facial changes that spew
Lines of sewer soft dirt
Trapped in their furrows

Where disbelief now reigns
Never hoping to see that reflection
Maybe there was never a chance
Gazeing at me from broken glass

Celluloid lies from snapping shutters
Who is that watching me
Twisting memories of kin
You tell me things
That my state denies

Why do you lie so easily
I can see why you cover your eyes
I have become one within
So begone thoughtless harasser
You become a blight on my soul

I begin to see what I have
Instead of what we wanted
I can at least now smile at me.

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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comes with a price. many of us are afraid to look in the mirror of self-doubt and recrimination. You have done so and brought forth a poem of worth. My only suggestion is to replace the word [with] with [from] in the line "Celluloid lies with snapping shutters" ~ Geezer.

Honest critique and comments shouldn't hurt.
It's why we are here, to get better at our craft.

Many thanks for your input on this one, I admit I was being lazy and it was one from when I was Ian.T.
Sometimes I feel there is a need to write or post something to the stream to show that I am still here lol.
You take care and it is great to walk with you,
Yours Ian ..

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Unconditional love to you all.
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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

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