Hook, line and drink sinker

Tomorrow’s world is here
Didn’t happen like they thought
The dream turned to shit
Evolution changed direction

Another smokey whisky later
Drunken devolution is now me
Might as well join the rest
A nice predictable mess

Positivity takes effort
Big gulps take less
Reality’s effect
In the bottom of a glass

Warmer by water of this life
Not a girlfriend or wife
This heat won’t last
Until I pour another

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Love conquers all

How can I be mad?
At someone who I love.
Loves takes many forms
And this is one I never had.

We must all disagree
On some point or another
So it’s ok, to speak a storm
And see beyond, to some degree.

I wish I could trust more
Seems that only I lose out,
And cause the cracks
That I already expect to form.

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Through the peehole

What kind of a body
Lives in a room like this?!
Which clothed human
sleeps in wardrobeless room.
Peroxide blonde Paula Yates,
The lookalike writer, ofcourse.

Quick upstairs tour
from a fat Jack Black.
Quietly whispers about
The shared drying rack!
No jokes from this young actor.

They pee in a house like this,
But not at the same time.
Only one toilet.

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Ode to the best watcher

He saw beyond God and religion
He saw beyond confines of love
He saw beyond dumb structures
He saw beyond all man-made

He saw nature for what it is
He saw power in non-violence
He saw visions of himself
He saw inside his own mind

Before sailing away in Don Juan
Before drowning in the nature
That he wrote of and loved,
He gifted us this Romance
Before his thirty-first year!

(The Funeral of Shelley by Louis Édouard Fournier, 1889)

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Soulful Swede

Funkin it up,
Owning a space,
A bright star,
Appeared,
Down to Earth.
Carried
By the gravity.
Small and tiny but
Bursting with soul,
Magnetic energy,
Piercing eyes,
A special being,
Destined for heights,
The polished exterior
Hides the interior,
The source
Of the soul.
Watch it flow out.
Think I just met
A real shooting
Star.

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Slam

The cell door shuts,
Just like the movies,
They don’t close quiet.
Shoe-less exploration
Of a small space.

Why’s it closing?
I made a mistake.
So I must be
Locked up
Until the morning.

Freedom means more
When it’s taken away,
My offence was car-related
My mistake never hurt
No one but me.

Even now
I write hurt
Upset at my mistake,
Upset I still remember,
Stupid choices
Made aged 20.

Stencilled quote on the wall,
Black paint on magnolia.
I can never forget,
Being locked
In a void shaped room
Where time passes
But nothing happens,
Only thoughts,
Replaying scenes
Again and again.

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No words for It

Thought about It,
Should be words,
To describe
What I need to.

There are no words,
Maybe I don’t know
Enough of them,
To explain.

Tonight I saw things,
Felt too.
No letters or numbers,
Are useful right now.

Feelings were abstract,
Puddle-shaped,
Words don’t fit
Into that shaped box

I know words,
I know feelings
But today
they are divorced.

My feelings are
Hidden and unseen
Maybe you know?
Can you see It?

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