Joanne Kearsey Poems

Facing the world with a heart as hard as stone,
No emotions linger in this canvas that bears no soul,
Stating the obvious to be hated by all,
As this psychopathic daze buries me in a deeper hole.
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The shards of life piece together to make us incomplete,
Without rules we are lost in a maze of despair,
Trapped amongst the branches that hold us up,
But what do we do with all the evil clowns at the town fair.
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Smiling confuses people because then they think we're happy,
Falling into sleeplessness as the shadows start to dance and play,
Watch out for the bugs as they tend to bite,
And just by chance they might steal you away.
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Broken words are forgotten in the silence of the past,
Another face awakens to the secrets that are wiped clean,
The message repeats itself as the voice grows louder,
And we are slowly becoming this rusted machine.
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Facing the world with your soul stripped bare
Coming forth into a world full of mystery
Believing in something that isn't real until now
As it is the only thing left to see
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Inscribing our names into each other so we are not forgotten,
Waiting for judgement day to come and fade away again,
Our lives no longer amongst the secrets of the past,
Becoming what we wanted to be at the age of ten.
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Overcome by the angels below as they succeed in temptation,
Blindness ceasing this restless mind as it decays through numbness,
Losing motion whilst becoming senseless to the life that walks before me,
But this peace and tranquility dies before me in an honest directness.
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did ya find anything?
Ernie says (23: 36) :
not yet but its going there, so be ready for the only war all you will witness
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Happened to be there by chance as always,
Not like the others I have become tired and slow,
Making this choice from variations that are not there,
Small, neat and rounded to the simplicity of a virtue,
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By saying less you are speaking too much in words that can never be described,
It has become a halfway house between truth and fiction from the illumination of nothing more than the moon.

Into this space,
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