The first dream
Where I saw you approach
Love silently smothered
In the yellow booster
Seated at the wrong side of
An unfinished
Turn table
Leveled by legless arms
Hoisting a sword
It’s over my head
If only I were paralyzed
Could you see
The slicing nightmare
Piercing guiltless bread
Forever divided
Between all your lies
Lives absolute truth
A human offering
Sacrificed by successive masses
Of ungrateful, relative, strangers
Among which could ever be satisfied?
By those
broken into enough pieces
To go around
Passed like cracked plates
Burst pipes
Shattered
And Reign
Over and over and over
My head
Drowns in all your hero propaganda
Where or when have you
Ever come to the rescue
When it counted for anything more
Than your own insatiable emptiness
Leaving us to feast on inherited hunger
Until
The wake
~
I wrote this. I painted that. xo
Wow! – to both!!
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Thanks Petru❤️
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👍🏻🙋🏻♀️
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This and that are both great. Happy Easter.
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Cheers. Happy Easter Robbie ❤️
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Both are beautiful ❤
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Thanks Kathy. ❤️
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