...on existentialism Of scars and bars I am remembered, Long time ago when sheep we were, and lambs; When every “tender” felt like thundered, Within the silence of the lamps… Some other moments I may wish to follow, But there’s no “other”, there’s no “that”; Just crumbs of an existence, shallow, Like the perspectives of … Continue reading Silence of the lamps…
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Social poem 1
They're all gone now. Swallowed down by windy pipes gone by... Some hairy brushes sinking low below Those every seconds left untouched. Where's time now mum? Where is it m'am? So fond of words, so fond... Label me life; label me as you would label toes... Dead, cold, as the reminder of an unpaid day … Continue reading Social poem 1
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