Joanne Kearsey Poems
|1.||They Think We'Re Happy! ! ! !||1/31/2008|
|2.||My Ghost Train||2/11/2008|
|4.||Divided By A Word||2/11/2008|
|6.||Keep It Hidden||3/2/2008|
|7.||Perfection Requires A Certain Degree Of Madness.||7/23/2008|
|8.||Anarchy, Rebellion And Hysteria||10/17/2008|
|9.||Life's Little Games||1/23/2009|
|10.||Deranged And Vulnerable||3/27/2009|
|11.||Finding New Ways To Kill Ourselves||3/27/2009|
|12.||Hiding It From Me||3/28/2009|
|15.||Cosmic Karma Symmetary||5/4/2009|
|16.||The Darkened Day Of A Brightened Sleep||5/4/2009|
|18.||Shivers That Cry||2/22/2006|
|24.||Sideline On The Artifice||11/30/2009|
|26.||How Long Is Forever Really?||9/21/2010|
|27.||Gone But Not Forgotten||3/31/2018|
|28.||Ash To Ash||2/1/2007|
|29.||The Truth And Death Of It All||5/6/2009|
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Ash To Ash
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.
The glass shatters behind closed doors as the skeletons are released,
Intoxicating the truth with a greater story than the one that has been told,
Correcting the little tests we take as the mistakes are never ignored,
And now these souls are being lost and sold.
Ash to ash, dust to dust, dancing in the shadows that save us,
These shadows call ...
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.
All out of enemies to place your mistakes on,
Stamping out the bumps in the road that you now take,
The grin that gave us away now locks us inside this barrier,
And all that is left are the tribes that have become too fake.