less enchanting, more real

it's the bumbling rumble of black clouds' approach
it's the nose itching wishing of coal smelt too close

it's the do or don't shouldya of teens' dated days
it's the punch in the arm to scare away strays

it's the duo whose dueling has dragged us too near
to global atrocity afamed in our ear






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our teles our phones our pcs and drones
calling and shouting to each of us own
to take it in each of our scouring eyes' hands
and throw cast drown kick until each does land

and take it a step in direction said naught.
run away pun away but remember the take away
message
from me, your confidante, your truth and light,
other than Truth and Light.

I've told them today. Told them time heals hearts heavy.
I've told them today. Understanding is mine.
Can I lie? Can I mislead them today?
I can. And I have. But conformity and Hallmark
have got me by the throat.





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have i made a picture for you? have i created something
beautiful?
i miss beauty. i miss capital letters before words with
full intention.

i have a source, yes one. just one. the simpleness of
one is less confusing, and albeit less enchanting,
more real.