Desmond Blaine Poems

when to say
a nice word
or when to stop
talking
...

In starry night my wings were born
Electric stream replaced my soul
My eyes I sold for one more shot
My thoughts I saved on disc of gold
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and the night takes all, my dear.
dreamcatcher overloaded
and you are left empty.
...

it is late and my eyes are tired
of looking at the laptop screen
but the fingers still fly restless
over the keyboard
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The night was young but we were not
inside at least
and we knew not what to do
with our lives or was it all worth it
...

There was a man, long time ago;
Obnoxious he was, yet not unloved.
Wherever he'd go, he would be laughed;
For what he'd do, or what he was like.
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Last night I saw an angel
He was tall and strong
But there was something wrong
With that angel I saw
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Close your eyes and take a breath,
Inhale the city of an hour late;
May the hidden kiss of night
Embrace thy spirit in its flight!
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in the sky,
chemtrails.

also, the Sun.
...

i, who am the sky,
sound the call to arms.
the sirens are omnipresent now.
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