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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>
> 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.
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.
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