Neet Baker Poems

The Keeper of dreams was ours to re-call…
Once in a lifetime… or never at all…
Succumb to a void, that’s sight unseen…
Never understand… where you’ve never been…
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Not meant for this world, the believers said…
No use to man, better off dead…
Bitter-sweet ashes burning inside,
Mind devoid, withers and dies…
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Mind in decay… icy tendrils of fear…
Leaves whirling dervishly
No room here…
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Lost in a mire of rancid dis-content
Enslaved in a world of misery and loss…
Azure sky beckons but we never see
What we have had is worth more when its gone…
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Another time… ancient place
Fragmentary… familiar face…

Eyes that hide, a myriad of stars
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