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freedom? paint me a picture

at dawn
the zombies rise
their dreams forgotten ~
stumble ‘round without a thought of
what they’d rather do…
instead of
being undead
their time and bodies
claimed the while they slave to make
a rich man’s dreams
come true.

at night
when lights go out
they finally slumber ~
dreams they wander in their sleep
the only ones they own…
tomorrow
always forfeit
to another
since borrowed lives require
a sacrifice
for every loan.

this hell
nobody else
could make them suffer,
somehow they have taken on
succumbing to a lie…
to wake
to their mistake
and change their fortune
can’t be as hard as disregarding
freedom
til they die.

 

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out of mind

Unsettled
Not quite agitated
Pacing to and fro…

A sense of
Subtle aggravation
Only madmen know

Is writhing
Through a corridor
Too narrow for a breath

a silence
Of insanity ~ or
Unaccomplished death

Dissecting
Every passing thought my
Mind would entertain

Infecting
Any kindness like a plot,
While i abstain

A witness
Like a marble statue
Stony holes for eyes…

Lifelike
Even if unmoving,
Sentient

If not wise.

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almost

almost the scent of autumn in the air
a gentle breeze ran fingers through
each tress of hair that ghost-like rose to kiss
the promise of the bliss of cooler days to come
almost believing, almost
until the blistering sun
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it’s time!

hidden neros fiddle while they
pull their puppets’ strings
raking in the trillions while we
pay for everything
wars to kill the poor among us
young and old we bleed
not for glory, same old story
poverty for greed.
 
rome is burning, still they haven’t learned
from days gone by
staging false flags to enrage us
murder’s alibi
they are few, tho we are many
anytime we stand
jackboot military-like police
at their command
 
television spews revisionist
agendas views
fear and other opiates to dope us
nightly news
masses that might kick their asses
poison kool-aid drink
passion gone they don their yokes
forgetting how to think.
 
blazing haze of rhetoric they
raise another war
but what if we woke up en masse
asked what we’re fighting for
sloughed the shackles off our minds
refused to play along
would their castles keep suffice
to stand against the throng?
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somehow

I gather my thoughts
while dew gathers in sun
sharing a moment
of infinite now ~

basking in ponders
that too soon surrender,
like as the dewdrops that vanish
somehow….

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The vase

Never far from reach I keep
a shattered crystal vase
its jagged edge reminding me
of things best left behind ~
of what once was.

but I shall wield it
like a knife,
the weapon in its flaws
to ward off further robbery,
vouchsafe the fading memories
I keep ~ of what once was

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raw

like wound half-hidden by the gauze ~
the thoughts that plague my mind
unkindnesses of ravens seem,
because ~
unlikely healing come, at least
enough to form a scar.
just ebon nightmares soaring through
the holes they leave
behind
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