Peter Vealey Poems

The insects fumble and bob along.
Bumping blindly through,
The clear but black night.
Inside the world is resting.
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I love you.
You know it`s true.
May go walking for miles,
Over country styles,
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Don`t believe your publicity.
Don`t believe your throne.
Don`t believe in the five and dime.
Don`t believe in the manifesto line.
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I looked at you,
As if it was the first time.
Every inch of your being.
I wanted to rediscover,
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Another night down the pub,
One more tiresome search,
For that something called life.
Neon lights blaze on,
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They`ll blame you before they blame,
Themselves.
Anoint their chosen few.
Run the propaganda machine relentless,
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No, you can`t,
Yes, we can, we will!
The science isn`t clear.
Just mumbo-jumbo,
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Anesthetic,
How we all need highs and lows.
And that sweet ol` anesthetic of a,
Loving companion.
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Every day is much the same.
Very little change.
Worrying too much about,
Something to worry about.
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She passes days,
Gazing nowhere with,
Nothing in mind.
For the sake of being different.
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