John Kipling Lewis Poems

There in the background is a soundtrack hum.
Cars past but the beat and the whispered lyrics remain.
No violins.
Just the song that's followed you your entire life.
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Hold your chain and read as you walk. A zombie
dragging his chain.
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birchous slender felted cove.
knock tick-tock a cocking load.
ferrous crafted hafted shout.
fibrous clotted sauna spout.
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Obsession can feel
like divine guidance
Every act and action
for one goal.
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What expectation can I hold that I will
desire without fear of unfullfilment.

If life holds no desire
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Alone in the lush green
forest sits the littlest elf,
smiling broadly as the golden sun
rises on the fluffy white rabbits
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Angelic
Death
so pretty.
All consuming,
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A dash of emotional could force a displacement.

A pinch of physical could touch
off a combination.
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I feel the world
is rolling over me
and the undertow
of people's unfulfilled
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my assiduous empathy
is a cartographer of quintessence

recording, in turn,
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