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Your wrong

Your wrong
I'll come back strong
I've made mistakes
My heart really aches
I want to make one thing clear
My life is a premier
No matter what you say or do
I'm no longer blue
You didn't take a look inside
If you did you'll be on a good ride
I'm writing this song
To tell you, you're wrong
I can handle it
I'm not a misfit
Some reason I can't change your mind
I'm just one of a kind
I've been there along time

Who's To Blame For The End of Her World

when the world started to crumble
i had already bought the necessary insurance.
but i soon learned that
when the persons responsible
were indistinguishable from me,
insurance wouldn't fix some things.
even if i was only trying to fix things myself.
some instinct left over from when
worrying about the end of the world was needed
was still left inside me
and i don't know why he didn't have that instinct, too.
small pieces had always been falling away
but once the orbit changed, everything seemed okay.

Do You See Me Now (Rewrite)

I didn't have to let you know who I truly am
I can pretend I don't care if you laugh at me
I hate being alone is something I don't admit
Pretending to keep my face like stone so you cant see

My pretty little invisible mask keeps you in the dark
From the world keeping all my secrets I can hide
But seems it is always the same, these feelings felt
I search day and night to be truly happy inside

An hour of happiness .....Jess missed hence Edit

An hour of happiness

I still spend an hour with you
at the shore
where we met first
that’s for sure

till today each day
I spend an hour with you
as if 'twas just yesterday
now though more than
many decades away

what kind of love
the modern world can show
I wish to know
when we part for ever
for good
who would love
the way I could

today is that day
this never came
I waited for you all the same
but my love hasn’t dwindled a bit,

w h i p p e t

contour
the delicate
shade

framed these shells
I walk rigid with
works
thrust in pockets delay

feirce hot ciccada days
rushing past the hours
free

a turmoils embrace
twisted like a bone healed

cigarettes haze
sleek past restless
souls

the burial envy
of brutalities work
dripping embers

egos anvil

Democritus unzipped

When grace precedes the sword, shall we learn?

When a poet and prelate and beautiful kin,

learn to lead a nation through adversity

still, shall we learn?

How easy it is to succumb to old pleasures:

the two party seesaw pitches and yawns

the old messengers alight

at conferences from buses

to thunderous applause.

The choice? Two oppressors benign

and brilliant, on message

We all resign and,

tender our forgiveness, four yearly

or there abouts.

X may mark the spot, but

WINGS

WINGS

Where are the wings you promised me
where is is the wind that will carry me
to the stars

where is the womb that will hold me
where are the voices that will lead me
far
into the light

Million Dollar Earth..

Million Dollar Earth….

Let us not worry about our immanent
extinction, when pinning the medals
on the pedlars of power.
Only remembering they served the banks
with distinction, cometh the cash cometh
their shiny new tower.

They sold their warring inventions all over
Earth, coining it in quicker than a million
dollar Las Vegas slot machine.
Having lived in the delusion of grandeur
from birth, accepting credit card, cheque or
cash, with the allusion to illusion that being
moneyed was clean.

The Best of Friends, From Magma to Ava

trust. that's the first thing.
the hands you could put your life into,
that's a true friend
always there, always willing
and she never can say anything
without making you laugh at some point.

serious, immature, strong, vulnerable,
she's just a walking contradiction,
isn't she?
we weren't supposed to talk about things
that would get us slapped
so I told her I was scared
five,
this time

this time.

Empty Frames

Memories not preserved
Skeletons without tendons.

And when time is reversed.
From the beginning,
We can tell the ending.

For there's nothing
To look forward to
In the future
Of a past that was never there.

Memories not preserved
Bones without flesh.

Memories not formed.
Can never be rehearsed.
It is never old,it is never fresh.

For it was never made
It never met time.

So we stare at nothing
Looking past forgotten oblivions
Looking right
Into empty frames.

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