503 overwhelmed

 Words begin to stop

like centuries long rain stops

For breathless stillness

502 morning anxiety

 waking in the jaws

Of our times blind to ourselves

Always just saying

501 free

 This country garden

Almost has walls and yet free

Still the wind and birds

500 brothers

lifetimes to bonfire
the seaside parent's ceaseless tides

salt and broken shells

civilisation

endless blindness and deceit

falling to earth

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>
> Trade
>
> My bare whisky hill
> Your woodshed and cartridges
> For more of Our talk
>
> ***********************
>
> Our Talk
>
> Though our words heaved stones
> Sliding with phlegm of ideas
> Made up stand up fall
>
> ************************
>
> Last Stand
>
> On a quiet hill
> The birds fly calling to dusk
> Our land comes for us
>
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A short poem entitled; Life is completely fucked & so are you, the inevitable end will either break you or make you:



The Age of “industrialism” left to rot & rust,
The Era of Human intellectual enlightenment turns to dust.
Unethical, immoral abject elitist quest to subdue,
Society being crushed, “our” technology we are left to rue.

499 embedded

 This land is our walk

From sun to sun night is sleep

Then walk, eat again

498 new days

 Each new days movements

are generally heartbreak

Before sleeps blank slate