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There was a scene I saw in black and white,
Of a dream I had, yellowed in the middle.
My world in contempt, all I say, and I bleed,
Your life there wears despair on its sleeve.
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In my head I saw nothing but despair,
There was only a fantasy of love.
I think I'm dead, or I'm in a nightmare,
Where affords an intensity above.
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I neither dream of love nor wife to keep,
Then faced with despair that I fear.
When springtime's here, and willow trees weep,
In days of sorrow, would bring me cheer.
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I have a pain in my brain
That is quite a drain.
I can't explain this terrible migraine
The throbbing is insane.
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We are few that ran the golden mile
And surely we left the dust behind.
We wondered over the line in rank and file
And surely it was how things aligned.
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Suddenly, from afar I heard father's rage forlorn
If death did not have him cold yet, I mused,
What bold ghost did surface, which were there born?
And sought girls of merit ne'er wholly abused.
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I was born, and raised without love,
If there ever was love show it now.
I was torn in half and kindness I don't remember,
If there ever was kindness show it now.
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Cruelest night, o'er treacherous traverse,
Forethought in advance its latent worse.
When they come with rugged fingers stretched,
Let their bold story be told and sketched.
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Where neurotic hearts corrupt the puppet show,
Volatile technocrats campaign for its destruction.
Here the marionettes of lumber, they were led,
Taken on misguided tours into the abyss of evil.
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Mirrors Of Deception
There was a scene I saw in black and white,
Of a dream I had, yellowed in the middle.
My world in contempt, all I say, and I bleed,
Your life there wears despair on its sleeve.
Your sky is black; the ground is bitter blue,
I live there too, mending purple veins.
But the children are trapped inside my heart,
Beset they be from a strangling blood river.
Every night! I bleed; every night, I am dying,
The world is broken, under a strained rage.
With fire and steel, I listen to its hostile blare,
Its clamour of twisted progress is upsetting.
Of wars we're told brings peace to believe in,
Yet as I see it's at the cost of sweet accord.
And I'm bleeding more when the hungry perish,
In bed slumber is rigid knowing food is nigh.
Unimaginable horrors rule my antsy reality,
And all I say, the writing is written in truth.
It's been for a long time where men bled soot,
Then swallowed pollution to scar their life.
Through tubes of plastic they breathe for you,
Listen to their cries of injustice each night,
Wherefrom your dreadful temper will be revealed,
And I, in black and white saw the tantrum.
No escaping fear, the world belongs to hell,
Your mental breakdown exposes the lies.
All I say is truth, festering in your stupid brain,
And I bleed some more, riding the express.
The nightmare of Wall Street, it's all forged,
Mirrors of deception shatter under pressure.
And all I say, in truth, ne'er betraying hope,
For life becomes, in my head I hear its rasp.
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4/26/2024 11:52:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
people who are love deprived get hurt..and who get in abundance are also hurt..dnt know what does this love want from our life..