A thousand revolts stuck in history
know and unknown alike.
Blood spilt to avoid our own injury,
To keep our minds childlike.
I could be a sweet sparrow
traverse the endless blue,
never have I felt the cloud’s arrows,
seen an owl or thanked a horseshoe.
Instead I’ll wander through an endless wood,
in search of past Gods, beasts and men,
feel guilt in not accepting my freedom
only to realise I’m stuck in a corporate den.
Here lies he, eyes so wide,
a bright screen set aside.
Virtual self in decline
but can now touch earth and pine.
Leaping up, on the wind he rides.
In regression, he comes alive.
Does the worm worry,
That once it is split in two
it is never whole?
Or does the worm laugh?
When it is split forever,
a friend will be grown.
My ego is hungry.
I’ve been starving it of late;
my soul is still gone…
A sweet way with words,
an addiction to strangers.
Oh to be alone…
Wedding ring for sale,
clean only on the inside.
Found in post-mortem.
A Canvas job I did for my parents as a Christmas present.
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