| Poems: 010717B - July 1st, 2017 |
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| Robert Morpheal (morpheal@yahoo.com) |
2017/07/01 13:14 |
010717D
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Cherished myths.
We run to them.
Deceiving with comfort.
Switching our flags.
Port in a storm.
Cutting chains of command.
Embittered loneliness.
Some fall into prayer.
Desperate loose ends.
The wire was cut.
Somewhere in no man's land.
Deny any knowledge.
Shanghaied prisoners.
Everyone was captured.
No one was freed.
A localized lesion.
As marked as a beast.
Kept on the ledge.
News always bleak.
Everything ruled out.
Hanging from a limb.
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010717E
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Craving dinner parties.
Wanting what we never had.
Before the war comes again.
Makes me want to be everything.
What you never were to me.
In all that cheated out.
All I really want is sweet revenge.
Too much dead and gone.
Nothing ever comes back again.
I want to break you down.
Force you to suffer rumours.
Hearing as to breaking free.
Penetrate behind your mental lines.
Undermine whatever you stand on.
As above, so be it below.
Found a new allegiance.
Went back to where I came from.
Given something to despise.
Everything is obsessive craving.
Timelines slashed too short.
Dodging the quick and the dead.
Sweet revenge before I die.
Every little note of every song.
I want you to feel the sting.
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010717F
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Gunfire in the distance.
Drink another toast.
It won't end without a fight.
Assassins in our midst.
Nothing as it seems.
Everyone being warned.
Buying into tomorrow.
It will never be delivered.
That way is closed.
Access denied.
Friendly faces are lies.
Newly restricted areas.
Did anyone ever agree ?
The guest list dwindled.
Costs soaring out of sight.
It was all sentenced down.
Everyone trying to buy time.
Being pushed into the red.
Pour another and remember.
There will be nothing left.
It always ends the same.
Kill that romance.
Before it kills you instead.
Marching orders being issued.
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010717G
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They fed you.
Some pop culture poison.
A new type of overdose.
It fattened you up.
Prepared for the next slaughter.
A process of gradual burial.
Good ideas always perished first.
The worst left until last.
Might get to keep some of that.
Nothing lasts forever.
It wears out, and dies away.
The brittle and the fragile.
Learning to lose people.
Do not expect to find anyone.
They all want more from you.
Looking for the antidote.
Only legends on that shelf.
Contemporary prescriptions.
No relief from symptoms.
Could have bought some.
Assuming that they let you in.
Not knowing where to shop.
Failed at decoding those secrets.
It was concealed in advertising.
Your coupons will not help you.
No one wants that anymore.
They all changed their minds.
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010717H
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Must have been touched.
A midnight ancestor's calling.
The serpent biting its tail again.
Afraid no oranges and lemons.
Withered olive branches.
Supper time is haunted.
Cake turns to decaying flesh.
Skin of icing sugar bursts open.
An effusion of sticky red.
The intent came to nothing.
The cavity opened up.
Empty and lifeless again.
Passersby threatening.
Challenging the colours.
Despising the cut of a jib.
Could go down any moment.
A full blast broadside.
A wrong flag in a wrong place.
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010717I
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Warned her of the rain.
The rain came pouring down.
She walked away.
Life in the rain.
The rain always comes down.
They always walk away.
I told her about the rain.
She laughed at me.
I knew she would walk away.
It was never laced that tight.
I told her about needing armour.
She would never last to dawn.
The rain comes down as arrows.
Dancing in the rain until the light.
She would never last the dark.
I warned her of the rain.
No one ever escapes the rain.
She walked away in the rain.
No one survived the rain.
They all walked away.
Walked away into the light.
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