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Sunday, 31 October 2021

A small poem about a brief game called, Life.

Inevitable, all life's edible
boxing boxes, trapped in, nothings not credible
everything, nothing, neither's legible
pawns born, boarded between three dimensional angles
drifting pieces that rest, dreaming in cradles
'till one by one they vanish, to the unescapable.

The quest of life, be ever fatal.

Saturday, 30 October 2021

Blind spots.

Face to face, grin to grin
all in an attempt to hide what's within.

Hide your hide to betray behind
rocked jokes aside for an inlaid landslide.

Offside rules applied, no ones onside
disallowed inside game signs
placed at every block, for every cells fried.

Wednesday, 20 October 2021

Dug holes.

Say hi, say bye
gone, gone, gone
say hello, say with sorrow
dig, dig, dig
say a lie, say rise
down, down, down
say hi, say bye, alone to die.

Saturday, 16 October 2021

Rising of the living dead.

The dead are rising
unsurprising is their uprising
for every night they come out biting
everyday I can hear them deeply writhing
in their grave, at home they continue surviving
for them the potential of life, is forever enticing.

Dead thoughts are conniving, interior designing, redefining
where anticipation of their arrival, coming out climbing, nocturnally dining 
just creates a smile thats disguising.

Tuesday, 12 October 2021

Counting time.(1,2.1,2.)

Every second second is a break
in-between, below a frozen lake
sacrifice wants for goodness sake
and soul for soul, eternity will make.

It was simple but o' so complex
short-term is short, that's a heartfelt regret
not to be found wanting in worth of the bet
be mindful, too full to recognize the time the clock is set.

Every second second, there's a break
where the heart recounts the thoughtful mistakes.

Monday, 4 October 2021

Still.

Open-source, soul enforced
solo forced, cold endorsed
blizzards torch, still remorse.

Friday, 1 October 2021

Just a laugh.

Fast paced drama 
of the slow bursts of karma
just learn to laugh like llamas
and you'll be much calmer.

"But I feel like death"
so call the embalmer
just learn to hold your breath
and soon you'll be at rest,
or you'll be under arrest
either way you'll be given something to digest.