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An Animal Painting

Cackling cows, but the milk is sour.

Poison meat that we devour.

Broken hearts left to cower.

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Always remember the beach

How about the beach? Sandy feet, fresh breeze.                                                            Seize the sunlight, beam just as bright 

How about flying a kite? Light, the campfire, just right.                                             Tent settled, just behind that tree you see? 

How perfect could this be? Gazing beside one another; amongst grass and stars  We huggled as if it ...

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A Passing Thought at 5AM

I miss the little things.

My schoolyard friends,

The summer's end,

My childish dreams.

 

And fear this too

Of tomorrow's day.

When I will say,

Today was full.

 

If Hope lies ahead

And happiness back,

It can only track

That now is dead.

 

The present is skiewed,

By what was then,

The future's when,

And how they're viewed.

 

,

 

 

...

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In the end, nothing changed at all

Open your books,

On page seventy-two.

Read these sides,

And learn about the past,

Which is not anymore.

 

We learn about war,

About hate and racism,

And they call it past,

And close their eyes

To not see reality.

 

One day, they will,

I hope, will understand,

That to be in denial,

Doesn't help altogether.

Because in the end,

 

Nothing changed a...

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Artefacts

Everything I used to touch
was touched with sadness

Everything I used to make
or say out loud
or joke about
was infused with sadness

A pathos to deepen all
a blackness 
to accentuate all light

Everything I hung
was waiting to be hanged
in every tale I spun
I was waiting to be hanged

Somehow the sadness 
magnified the bright moments
shifted perspective
brought my dark art to...

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