I am not the worm
I am not the corpse
I am the false dream
that occured to the worm
in dissappointment
of the bad taste of God's reality
and lingered on after the fact
to be the cause of the badness
humanity
welcome to the gate
enter through me
Wonder of Wonders
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Level Skipper
No wheels
two wheels
four wheels
two feet
10 fingers
pick choose
one man-one woman
till the end
fantasy complete
fuck up
forgive
pull up a seat
daughter of Jah
if you must
two wheels
four wheels
two feet
10 fingers
pick choose
one man-one woman
till the end
fantasy complete
fuck up
forgive
pull up a seat
daughter of Jah
if you must
Boom Last Shot from Dream
Tiny trinkets
easily hidden
immediatley after battle
the foot soldiers horde
for themselves
from tryrannical eyes
to repay themselves
for having unpatriotic
dreams of overthrowing the government
that they are too weak to carryout
now smile
cheer and be polite
political animal
accept your goods
your fate
day to day
join the spoil of Kings
and now and then
remember the tiny precious ring
you hold in your bowels
you cannot remove.
easily hidden
immediatley after battle
the foot soldiers horde
for themselves
from tryrannical eyes
to repay themselves
for having unpatriotic
dreams of overthrowing the government
that they are too weak to carryout
now smile
cheer and be polite
political animal
accept your goods
your fate
day to day
join the spoil of Kings
and now and then
remember the tiny precious ring
you hold in your bowels
you cannot remove.
I Am
I Am not who I say
I Am not who I Am
I Am not what I want
I Am not what I do
I Am that I Am
only a baby father
I Am not who I Am
I Am not what I want
I Am not what I do
I Am that I Am
only a baby father
Chapter a Day
Halatosis
floss
Halt disease
stop your sneeze
selah
say what?
Name the dark black book collected dust
Bright Morning Star
never gets to dawn
like Moses
looking on
the appendages of the sea creature
church yard's words come to pass
on youth writing
not a snail
or printers pace
but like unheard of light
the widow charges its prey
caught in its web
floss
Halt disease
stop your sneeze
selah
say what?
Name the dark black book collected dust
Bright Morning Star
never gets to dawn
like Moses
looking on
the appendages of the sea creature
church yard's words come to pass
on youth writing
not a snail
or printers pace
but like unheard of light
the widow charges its prey
caught in its web
Lazy Words
Impulse
unliving undead unread
worming
inspired
get through this
get out of this genius
if you can
no matter
android measure:
138
sub-par
unliving undead unread
worming
inspired
get through this
get out of this genius
if you can
no matter
android measure:
138
sub-par
12 Garlic Poems to Stop Kavorca
If I were to write
12 poems a day
statistically
corresponding biological chance
all my thoughts
just about everything
would be conveyed
to the next generation
still
they must take root
you forgot one gene
to hell with him
cloven ugly worm burn
12 poems a day
statistically
corresponding biological chance
all my thoughts
just about everything
would be conveyed
to the next generation
still
they must take root
you forgot one gene
to hell with him
cloven ugly worm burn
Manic Poet by Highest Command
Baredown give birth
lying onside down Jerusalem
wanting new bride
husband that works
Earth bears fruits
mind magic circling
giving drivel
by bucketloads simple
thundering rain
could care less
figures
of speech misinterpret
meaning the same
now give it
want focus
emotion
move on
bear down
shut down
give birth
lying onside down Jerusalem
wanting new bride
husband that works
Earth bears fruits
mind magic circling
giving drivel
by bucketloads simple
thundering rain
could care less
figures
of speech misinterpret
meaning the same
now give it
want focus
emotion
move on
bear down
shut down
give birth
So Said the Toothless Cheshire Grin
Now if I
were to restrain
inside my little brain
all this rhythm and poetry
death yesterday
nothing today
And if I
were to quietly fight
with might polite
risen above mediocrity
little pay
nothing today
So if I
were to wish and wish
not to jealously fight
over pure inequality
every day
little to say
Let it RIP
Live tonight
cause tomorrow
lover with almight
were to restrain
inside my little brain
all this rhythm and poetry
death yesterday
nothing today
And if I
were to quietly fight
with might polite
risen above mediocrity
little pay
nothing today
So if I
were to wish and wish
not to jealously fight
over pure inequality
every day
little to say
Let it RIP
Live tonight
cause tomorrow
lover with almight
A Bad Poem
Male find new land
female come
lover out the window chat
where are you romeo?
children to feed
liar
come again if can
drugged
female come
lover out the window chat
where are you romeo?
children to feed
liar
come again if can
drugged
Make Love, Not War: a cute couple
Eggroot
Vine flagellant half cell warriors
burst forth into ocean
double d day
single solitary sun
battle begun
red blood grows
in shadows working
pounding
slipping through the cracks
barely read
sweet esoteric saftey
just imagery
imagining how to fully
fill my love
with less stress
triple crown
race that horse
flagellate di$course
no mind T0 greed in gambling
fulfilling prophecy
whilwind connection
entangled
protection
cut the chord and the passage to the eggroot
be masculine vine simple inject jealous pleasure
emote after taste
small price to pay
Vine flagellant half cell warriors
burst forth into ocean
double d day
single solitary sun
battle begun
red blood grows
in shadows working
pounding
slipping through the cracks
barely read
sweet esoteric saftey
just imagery
imagining how to fully
fill my love
with less stress
triple crown
race that horse
flagellate di$course
no mind T0 greed in gambling
fulfilling prophecy
whilwind connection
entangled
protection
cut the chord and the passage to the eggroot
be masculine vine simple inject jealous pleasure
emote after taste
small price to pay
Mild Galactic Collision
The fever lasted for hours
and dawn came
its reality is beautiful
for such lofty goals
noble in false fantasy
teasing at depth
thrown folder paperless
returned bullied off grounds
native speaking restraining dread
foreign language
get off my property
but thanks for attention
oh-- clean cut
not given the time of day
to take down future generations
who wants to be a millionaire?
harbor scar in heart
noble goal-like hypocrisy
and dawn came
its reality is beautiful
for such lofty goals
noble in false fantasy
teasing at depth
thrown folder paperless
returned bullied off grounds
native speaking restraining dread
foreign language
get off my property
but thanks for attention
oh-- clean cut
not given the time of day
to take down future generations
who wants to be a millionaire?
harbor scar in heart
noble goal-like hypocrisy
Friday, September 11, 2009
Sell {07/05/1991}
Yell into this, it's free
make it well known
give it to ALL
make yourself it
yell louder if it
makes too much noise
it can only get better
for yourself and, well
but mostly for US.
make it well known
give it to ALL
make yourself it
yell louder if it
makes too much noise
it can only get better
for yourself and, well
but mostly for US.
(written 7/11/2000)
a haircut
leaving behind
caught in a rut
cyclic mind
never want to stay
falls to the floor
and blows away
pay-walk out the door
leaving behind
caught in a rut
cyclic mind
never want to stay
falls to the floor
and blows away
pay-walk out the door
Evoked by the Returning to Cars after the Wild Sight with Plants and Animals Watching (written 7/10/2009)
So as a crowd
we lumbering
back up to lot
pick and choose our sides
coincidentally only guided by familiarity
and the hot speedy
black water pleasantly scorches bare feet
as it slowly
and unrecognizably molten
inches its way with gravity
back down the mountain in heat
And the solitary man
with pictures in hand
holds them looking and smiling
while lost spiraling above in pity rolling
holy hearts only believed in dreams
and second hand echoes
say it to he unsure of the calling
because struggling
while slow dancing
with the water nymph
he harrows false heroes
and watches the reflection crying
trying to squeeze out salty resolution
and this painting
this image recollecting
is in some sequence unforgetting
the time or temperature of day
but sun was up and clear in sight
wording wisdom in silly questions of eternity
and quelling a dire need
for musing a quilling seed
scattered out the falling
of the tempests breed
that surely and necessarily believed
may still soon come
but stayed with phenomenal restraint
aided by a simple switch and anti-psychotic drugs
we lumbering
back up to lot
pick and choose our sides
coincidentally only guided by familiarity
and the hot speedy
black water pleasantly scorches bare feet
as it slowly
and unrecognizably molten
inches its way with gravity
back down the mountain in heat
And the solitary man
with pictures in hand
holds them looking and smiling
while lost spiraling above in pity rolling
holy hearts only believed in dreams
and second hand echoes
say it to he unsure of the calling
because struggling
while slow dancing
with the water nymph
he harrows false heroes
and watches the reflection crying
trying to squeeze out salty resolution
and this painting
this image recollecting
is in some sequence unforgetting
the time or temperature of day
but sun was up and clear in sight
wording wisdom in silly questions of eternity
and quelling a dire need
for musing a quilling seed
scattered out the falling
of the tempests breed
that surely and necessarily believed
may still soon come
but stayed with phenomenal restraint
aided by a simple switch and anti-psychotic drugs
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Irresistable Quotation from a Human Critic
"What is a poet?
"An unhappy man who in
his heart harbors
a deep anguish,
but whose lips are so fashioned
that the moans and cries
which pass over them
are transformed
into ravishing music.
"His fate
is like
that of the unfortunate victims
whom the tyrant Phalatis imprisoned
in a brazen bull,
and slowly tortured
over a steady fire;
their cries
could not reach the tyrant's ears
so as to strike terror into his heart;
when
they reached
his ears they sounded like sweet music.
"And men crowd about the poet
and say to him,
'Sing for us soon again'--
which is as much as to say,
'May new sufferings
torment your soul,
but may your lips
be fashioned as before;
for
the cries
would only distress us,
but the music,
the music is delightful.'
"And the critics
come forward and say,
'That is perfectly done--
just as it should be,
according to the rules of aesthetics.'
"Now
it is understood
that a critic resembles a poet
to a hair;
he only lacks
the anguish
in his heart
and the music upon his lips.
"I tell you,
I would rather
be a swineherd,
understood by the swine,
than a poet misunderstood by men."
from: Either/Or by Soren Kierkegaard
Translation: David F. Swenson and Lillian Marvin Swenson
line breaks: I
"An unhappy man who in
his heart harbors
a deep anguish,
but whose lips are so fashioned
that the moans and cries
which pass over them
are transformed
into ravishing music.
"His fate
is like
that of the unfortunate victims
whom the tyrant Phalatis imprisoned
in a brazen bull,
and slowly tortured
over a steady fire;
their cries
could not reach the tyrant's ears
so as to strike terror into his heart;
when
they reached
his ears they sounded like sweet music.
"And men crowd about the poet
and say to him,
'Sing for us soon again'--
which is as much as to say,
'May new sufferings
torment your soul,
but may your lips
be fashioned as before;
for
the cries
would only distress us,
but the music,
the music is delightful.'
"And the critics
come forward and say,
'That is perfectly done--
just as it should be,
according to the rules of aesthetics.'
"Now
it is understood
that a critic resembles a poet
to a hair;
he only lacks
the anguish
in his heart
and the music upon his lips.
"I tell you,
I would rather
be a swineherd,
understood by the swine,
than a poet misunderstood by men."
from: Either/Or by Soren Kierkegaard
Translation: David F. Swenson and Lillian Marvin Swenson
line breaks: I
Power Outage at Place of Employment
Hey!
what do we do now?
we wait
punch out
Business furniure
a card
in a house of cards
how fragile
how beautiful
on backs of receipts
taped down ever so steep
diagonal shape
no monitor
hurry get power
no mind my heart deep
swimming is hard
if you only could see
the shepherd
eyes and contact
lesser the electric tension
some kind of bond
stand by . . .
be with you momentarilly
what do we do now?
we wait
punch out
Business furniure
a card
in a house of cards
how fragile
how beautiful
on backs of receipts
taped down ever so steep
diagonal shape
no monitor
hurry get power
no mind my heart deep
swimming is hard
if you only could see
the shepherd
eyes and contact
lesser the electric tension
some kind of bond
stand by . . .
be with you momentarilly
Helping Homeless is a Riddle
Still frame painting
Queen holding apple
mouth filled serpent
Ba Humbug Rock
Roll holy ledger
reveal under class
show identification
move along
Emaciated
emancipated
just five will do
meet me at the banks
of the beautiful river
we will discuss matter
and the man
whose land
lorded over
is a bull's ass
say's God is dead
as repeated like a puppet
a performance to fight
a song hut three four
lost fingers in the fight
Shell Shock
Sammy dead!
tobacco cough
soldiers no credit
after use thrown to dogs
posted Woodstock
Snoopy's bone homeless
liberty island held the sign long ago
forced labor build roads
win da war
then come home
Tell plans
working together
political signs
meetings stood up
smile on the move
sip the cup
find saftey
till next day
and for to spend so much as to drink
macintosh open house shot for a dollar
while cooked worms bound on sidewalks fill
an acrid stomach chuck full of alcohol
with charm
skill devoted wide eye
paint this fence
sleep in class
defend myself my cheeks are bruised
no man hides
weaning off
sending off
plan?
rolling papers, tobacco, peanuts, and pumkin seeds
make the journey less bumpy
choice in trust
man must
again stood up
by the vagabond
for saftey
swinging jo
in silence clicking heels
salt the shoe
chew
Queen holding apple
mouth filled serpent
Ba Humbug Rock
Roll holy ledger
reveal under class
show identification
move along
Emaciated
emancipated
just five will do
meet me at the banks
of the beautiful river
we will discuss matter
and the man
whose land
lorded over
is a bull's ass
say's God is dead
as repeated like a puppet
a performance to fight
a song hut three four
lost fingers in the fight
Shell Shock
Sammy dead!
tobacco cough
soldiers no credit
after use thrown to dogs
posted Woodstock
Snoopy's bone homeless
liberty island held the sign long ago
forced labor build roads
win da war
then come home
Tell plans
working together
political signs
meetings stood up
smile on the move
sip the cup
find saftey
till next day
and for to spend so much as to drink
macintosh open house shot for a dollar
while cooked worms bound on sidewalks fill
an acrid stomach chuck full of alcohol
with charm
skill devoted wide eye
paint this fence
sleep in class
defend myself my cheeks are bruised
no man hides
weaning off
sending off
plan?
rolling papers, tobacco, peanuts, and pumkin seeds
make the journey less bumpy
choice in trust
man must
again stood up
by the vagabond
for saftey
swinging jo
in silence clicking heels
salt the shoe
chew
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Shephard in Darkness
Eye justiceServe
fly over nest
RESIST!
never bind nor bound
never cease fearless roar.
Dread in moonlight
Pallid at sunrise
can you see hear feel
dance kool
BOO!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Walls and Falls
Look close you can seeTom Sawyer dancing
what a rush
Mt. Ida Community
2009
Revolution Soldier
buried
for I
and only I
Barefoot green import glass
a footstool for ATF trinity vice
candles in caves
mill stone verses
beauty rome
halls
artificial walls
fall.
Drastic Altitude Change Keepsake
Quick shot high
syrup dandy lion
ears bleed
so it feels
this is your brain
in a plane
during drastic
altitude change
bends
plastic
bubbles
souvenir
survivor
terror
era
take off your shoes
your home
worth
five hundredth of a dollar
Conjectured Life of a Sink
Now how in hell did that get here?
Maybe it fell from the sky
Or it was Jack and Jill's pale ha ha
Stop bein' silly boy
no its got a hole in it
and it ain't no meteor
besides it's lead- no?
Well
covered over in porcelain paint
I'll bet it's been through 'lot
look here just recently dropped
mighty old
hey-- you think it could turn a tidy profit?
hell no
not that old anyway
who'd want that old thing?
its stain'd.
Lightning struck
the cowboys scatter
down descends an Angel
with minstrels attached:
Let me say a somethin'
'bout the dirty old sink
a trinket linking David
and Bathsheba of sorts
the beginning and the end
factory sealed
mom and pop style
pushed it out
installed monkey style
next to a throne
yeah baby
my home
my home
(harp solo)
don't you consider
all nasty critters
who once run alive in that thing
maybe one day roots through those holes
flowers bold
yeah, yeah, yeah
hence from now forth
makin' and breakin' hearts
as said once before
all the same when its over
oh yeah, yeah
and now a word from the King:
(drum solo)
Thou holliest
inner chamber
atoms spinning
what had this refered to
lost in the kitchen
wrong its the bath
where little children wash their feet
and tears banished
in work ethic lost Earth in grief
paint thinners
battery acids
and all unthinkable sinful body fluids
sold
solid gold priceless artifact can't you see?
yeah, yeah, yeah
so home we go
Crown broken
and tumblin' after
raising dead singers
Minstrels
shaman men from nights grounded
wandering the ancient Earth
see yellow pretty pictures
with the emancipator hidden within
and holy twelve hovering her head
she gently holds the serpents head
so he bites no more
The Holy Tree
Old Yeller
Framed Pinned
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... Oh yeah!
and someone speeding around the corner
only think they saw
Kool Aid's ass
rising back to heaven in delusion
must have been something they ate
maybe marinated mushrooms
and a seed falls forevermore
into the black hole
of the old dirty sink
Maybe it fell from the sky
Or it was Jack and Jill's pale ha ha
Stop bein' silly boy
no its got a hole in it
and it ain't no meteor
besides it's lead- no?
Well
covered over in porcelain paint
I'll bet it's been through 'lot
look here just recently dropped
mighty old
hey-- you think it could turn a tidy profit?
hell no
not that old anyway
who'd want that old thing?
its stain'd.
Lightning struck
the cowboys scatter
down descends an Angel
with minstrels attached:
Let me say a somethin'
'bout the dirty old sink
a trinket linking David
and Bathsheba of sorts
the beginning and the end
factory sealed
mom and pop style
pushed it out
installed monkey style
next to a throne
yeah baby
my home
my home
(harp solo)
don't you consider
all nasty critters
who once run alive in that thing
maybe one day roots through those holes
flowers bold
yeah, yeah, yeah
hence from now forth
makin' and breakin' hearts
as said once before
all the same when its over
oh yeah, yeah
and now a word from the King:
(drum solo)
Thou holliest
inner chamber
atoms spinning
what had this refered to
lost in the kitchen
wrong its the bath
where little children wash their feet
and tears banished
in work ethic lost Earth in grief
paint thinners
battery acids
and all unthinkable sinful body fluids
sold
solid gold priceless artifact can't you see?
yeah, yeah, yeah
so home we go
Crown broken
and tumblin' after
raising dead singers
Minstrels
shaman men from nights grounded
wandering the ancient Earth
see yellow pretty pictures
with the emancipator hidden within
and holy twelve hovering her head
she gently holds the serpents head
so he bites no more
The Holy Tree
Old Yeller
Framed Pinned
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... Oh yeah!
and someone speeding around the corner
only think they saw
Kool Aid's ass
rising back to heaven in delusion
must have been something they ate
maybe marinated mushrooms
and a seed falls forevermore
into the black hole
of the old dirty sink
Hay Rides
roller coaster
boot camp
smile for photo
wear the smile proud
hear the silent sound
all suspects line up close
who might not come
may never leave
work to do
lambs to feed
dark shepard
decieves
sheep in wolf clothing
eaten alive
wolves aren't so bad
just ask the stork
or the serpent
at large
puff
like a gust of smoke
spiralling toward the stars
return to cave
till' yuppie hipster Jack
grows down back into his beard
gets head overfilled Paper work
smile from ear to ear
fall and winter are coming
just keep from
the sleepy dust
for mountains rest in peace
DAWN!
and what was the glimmer I saw before?
just
a wink
twinkle version of A to Z
and a bundle of mail unopened
jig-saw puzzle on a bumpy hay ride?
will she kiss me?
and running after her
he says unsure
Miss? Miss?
you dropped a piece
boot camp
smile for photo
wear the smile proud
hear the silent sound
all suspects line up close
who might not come
may never leave
work to do
lambs to feed
dark shepard
decieves
sheep in wolf clothing
eaten alive
wolves aren't so bad
just ask the stork
or the serpent
at large
puff
like a gust of smoke
spiralling toward the stars
return to cave
till' yuppie hipster Jack
grows down back into his beard
gets head overfilled Paper work
smile from ear to ear
fall and winter are coming
just keep from
the sleepy dust
for mountains rest in peace
DAWN!
and what was the glimmer I saw before?
just
a wink
twinkle version of A to Z
and a bundle of mail unopened
jig-saw puzzle on a bumpy hay ride?
will she kiss me?
and running after her
he says unsure
Miss? Miss?
you dropped a piece
Good Mood Poem
A falling is a balance
beyond yourself
bruised heel
odd weeks in distance
still heals
aches
A bowing is a fearing
shrouded in
bandages, blood
and a blue moonlit sky
a banner of stars
over rusted spangled horses
feeding posted signs
and sun bleached no parking fees
feed me my Father
I'm free!
What year were you born Son?
I say you
on my knees whimpering
yes my Father
Nineteen Seven...
SHUT UP!!!!!!!!
YOU WERE BORN IN ZION!!!!!!!
NOW GET UP
OFF YOUR GOD FORSAKEN KNEES!
I ask again
when were you born son?
NINTEEN SEVENTY THREE !
THE BIRTH OF ZION!!!!!!
it's alive!!!
she screams
look out for the 10,000
year old tree!
rock goodbye baby
civilization call -- rent space
fibers as they fall
in black and white
now LCD HD
January cries
AH HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Waiting Room
One Love/One People
National Acrobat
never mind that now
never mind that now
carrot goggle white lab coat
wabbit- where's the gloves
Naaaaaaaa!!!!!!
What's Up Doc!
I am the Mighty King
the first to see
the last to leave
clap to my rhythm
see
I know the first
see you in the end
never fade
double helix
mirrors
prime mate face meet
family
beyond yourself
bruised heel
odd weeks in distance
still heals
aches
A bowing is a fearing
shrouded in
bandages, blood
and a blue moonlit sky
a banner of stars
over rusted spangled horses
feeding posted signs
and sun bleached no parking fees
feed me my Father
I'm free!
What year were you born Son?
I say you
on my knees whimpering
yes my Father
Nineteen Seven...
SHUT UP!!!!!!!!
YOU WERE BORN IN ZION!!!!!!!
NOW GET UP
OFF YOUR GOD FORSAKEN KNEES!
I ask again
when were you born son?
NINTEEN SEVENTY THREE !
THE BIRTH OF ZION!!!!!!
it's alive!!!
she screams
look out for the 10,000
year old tree!
rock goodbye baby
civilization call -- rent space
fibers as they fall
in black and white
now LCD HD
January cries
AH HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Waiting Room
One Love/One People
National Acrobat
never mind that now
never mind that now
carrot goggle white lab coat
wabbit- where's the gloves
Naaaaaaaa!!!!!!
What's Up Doc!
I am the Mighty King
the first to see
the last to leave
clap to my rhythm
see
I know the first
see you in the end
never fade
double helix
mirrors
prime mate face meet
family
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Balancing Equation for Everything
Integration
Land and Sea
Light and Dark
like a mythical tree herder
the angel speaks:
Hold Back No Longer
desire unfound
unfulfilled wishes
grating lusts
satiate
death is no pain
and life copes
I never die a
clown
knock knock
joke my precious
integrate
War and Greed
Love and Lust
the battle of volcano
of asteroid
of quasar dust
nuclear clear
typical star
reaction till it's over
wild world
can you spare a tooth
the hole will fill in
and the bruise fades
even sacred memories
inject like junkie
eyes roll back dead
alive.
Land and Sea
Light and Dark
like a mythical tree herder
the angel speaks:
Hold Back No Longer
desire unfound
unfulfilled wishes
grating lusts
satiate
death is no pain
and life copes
I never die a
clown
knock knock
joke my precious
integrate
War and Greed
Love and Lust
the battle of volcano
of asteroid
of quasar dust
nuclear clear
typical star
reaction till it's over
wild world
can you spare a tooth
the hole will fill in
and the bruise fades
even sacred memories
inject like junkie
eyes roll back dead
alive.
Ironic Dread of Deadlines
To cross the threshold untold
in times of satiated pain
choices and selves unavoidable
share responsibilities to cope
take hold of all the souls we love
Change as weather
rocks slowly strip away
heart of stone harder
radical temperature change
shattered in rising and setting of the sun
solution elusive
history romanticised
invasive political species
telling stories relaying
truths that look different
each time perceived
trodden down
get out of bed
love the ones chosen
to travel in caravan
and take a rest
down by the shore
a little breath
until joining the family
once more
hit the road
fulfill deadlines
and uncover the truth
the dread of life present
and worn
weathered for all of time
until the end of time.
in times of satiated pain
choices and selves unavoidable
share responsibilities to cope
take hold of all the souls we love
Change as weather
rocks slowly strip away
heart of stone harder
radical temperature change
shattered in rising and setting of the sun
solution elusive
history romanticised
invasive political species
telling stories relaying
truths that look different
each time perceived
trodden down
get out of bed
love the ones chosen
to travel in caravan
and take a rest
down by the shore
a little breath
until joining the family
once more
hit the road
fulfill deadlines
and uncover the truth
the dread of life present
and worn
weathered for all of time
until the end of time.
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