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Poems: 200321 - March 20th, 2021
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Robert Morpheal
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Mar 20, 2021, 1:08:14 AM
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140321A
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These are
the saddest times
in a linger
of stray sounds
posing threat
to whatever it is
that is held dear.
Counting out
those losses
at trade offs
all came down
to made victim
of Ponzi schemes
played on needs.
Where did it go
as to what concerns
the lucky people
always loving
their lucky lives
eyes closed
and misunderstanding.
What really was
the real price
of any admission
proved out
too high to pay
and you do not get
past their laughter.
The stray lick
of deep wounds
that come about
in a recompense
for usual failures
having tried
hard as anyone.
Reasons probing
the bloody mess
passed off
as a stray round
of bad choices
being chosen
from bad choices.
Nothing good
ever comes from it
when it goes down
that way
and someone sweeps
out the footprints
of a bad stand.
The wild west
sort of show
where you get plugged
but never
what you wanted
to get plugged
by any sort of press.
Can't advertise
for love
and they don't respect
the high costs
of any money
chances made
from compromise.
It is severe
and it goes hard
when it goes at all
but that is seldom
rather than often
between those spaces
filled with punishing.
They adore
what causes pain
and they want
nothing more
than the same
up tight sorts
of the same pain.
Can count on that
and never
anything else
to really count on
past dulled
concussive existence
in regular doses.
They do not let up
when they have you
getting you down
until you are out
on the count
separating their living
from your dead.
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140321B
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All the usual cliches
that comprise beauty
would be alright
compared to the usual
manifest stations
usual ugliness.
There was a time
we were inclined
to think and differently
about any of that
trick to believing
we could go higher.
A long way down
at trying to climb
broken ladders
clouded belief
being anything but
another tumble.
There is too much
gets worn away
in bump around
rub shoulders
with grindstones
in a crush of wants.
The competition
is always fierce
sifting winners
from losers
not having enough
to place a bet.
The party was over
a long time ago
and the lesson clear
on the invite list
of who shows
and who doesn't.
Once that is known
there is no point
in continuing
to build up
houses of cards
same as before.
We will say
those were good
times playing around
with assortments
of common kitsch
doing make believe.
Between wetted
edges to lips
sipping tastes
maybe romance
being glitter rocked
imagination.
That passes off
as romantic
in some lives
waking up
extreme alone
at haunted nights.
Having gone
out of our usual
to try to meet
a maybe something
special moment
going forward.
Killing ourselves
all the time
in avoidance
of war and peace
talks as to never
land never mind.
Pretending ignorance
concerns the differences
coming in between
what we want
and what we get
in the take away.
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160321A
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Dredging up
bits of unreal
left behind
the great leaving
gone over
and over again
some other side
of common
gold rushes
and good times.
We lost
at half a chance
in different ways
how it goes
when caught up
in too usual
clandestine sorts
of break ups
made up
by arrangement.
The fixers
do their fixing
new elements
discovered
and don't care
turned over
where anything goes
sounding good
in stoned states
of out of mind.
Meet up
with many a secret
want to be rich
enough to pretend
being wanted
and fight off
beggar crowd
of potential squeeze
sorting a mailbox
cram of opportunity.
Would have
settled out
for a lover
but the letter came
back to sender
more than once
bringing its reply
postage due
on another bill
mounts up.
Lessons learned
too late
to make it up
to rise above
a pulling down
to nothing but
another knife
pushed in
at the back
of can't afford.
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180321A
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We were required
to spend time
trying to find
a stranger's face
in an unknown place
given no name
and no locality.
No forms
of address
no designations
no representations
the random selves
simulate particles
ghost resemblances
to official truths.
Led to believe
that was enough
reality information
trove of anything
finds looked for
past the far side
broad side Egos.
Battered effigies
suggesting
whatever
we wanted to be
on outskirts
picking at pieces
of rumours of joy.
Dazed survivors
from the wrecks
of circus trains
passing through
forgotten stretch
along the ways
of blanked out.
Living is short
fused stick
die out
bone wraps
fall away
from search for
better times.
Kept so busied
they don't spare
any care
in the world
and no time
is ever left
for anyone.
Digging around
for someone
still understands
what it is
and used to be
all about
but no one does.
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200321A
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Being the take away
if you were going
my way
or any way
we choose to go.
Maybe for a while
and wash off
all that usual dirt
that passes as living
in other lives.
Tired of the show
being a usual put on
and nothing more
than miserable
bad times.
To be naughty
in the back seat
on the way out
from back streets
of common lies.
Wanting to get away
just once
to never come back
for the usual sorry
goings on.
It was different
once upon a time
in make believe
at true romance
knock off fakes.
Dime a dozen
disappointments
losing count
of bad reproductions
once masterpieces.
Out of place
and pulling at ropes
that sound the bells
at the end of time
it is so damn late.
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I cannot possibly explain it. I am well beyond any explanations.
Read into it whatever you want. I don't care. It won't upset the meaning and it won't make any real difference to what is left unsaid.
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