Bombardment

Bombardment

Drop another bomb for something’s wrong down there in the fog of war going on drop another bomb a child’s running scared but children are no children in this part of town they cut their cords and walk from day one young lads at two decoys at four armed and ready at...
To Become, To Be

To Become, To Be

To become, to be what else does it take but a strong will makes way to a coming hurricane who else does it take in a world full of tools among those fools but me To take a journey or whine and a drink poured dry in a bottomless glass to fill the memory with mist alas...
Frankenstein

Frankenstein

The world is full of woo– everybody knows who they want to be but nobody knows who’s who; the world is full of hearts yet few are beating straight and true; the nose of Cruz the Kidman’s arms, the Jolie’s legs, somebody’s breast and butt and lips,...
Running off the Course of Time

Running off the Course of Time

Running off the course of time– I dream so high, so big that flames could not burn a heart made of steel, nerves breaking to nothing, and a frown looking at the future ahead enduring all the misguided slings and broken rhymes, I hold the course anyhow, eyes ahead–...
Identity

Identity

Who am I? I am the wind cutting through trees so gently, they call me a breeze– so sweet, they bow to me and I go my way, but they stay; eternal like the light of day– I blow and they sway. Who am I? I am the voice you hear in the deep– when the end seems to creep to...

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