Unravelling

This post is two in one about topical issues that face all of us...

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Old men, bored with their being rule the world and make the rules to turn all in their favour; but their favour is passionless and all they say dribbles dead from their lips and strangles them as they fade into their apathy with nothing left to offer but sickness and twisted thinking they would put upon everyone else.

So give me one more cigarette with all this writing on the wall that leaves me aghast at it all.

But life is not supposed to make you cry; and has anyone noticed that it is the mouth when opened that makes all the noise.

Oh how much we hide ourselves; how we’re afraid to show our real selves in the masks that fit so tight.

The shadow of my soul as a string-less love affair began to empty as I dared still, partly under the sun and partly asking to be found.

As I unravelled I saw my making revealed as a shimmer of light dancing for me just out of reach, so I gave it my heart and was accepted.

This is a crossword puzzle that has no name. It comes from sublime and pieces of same; leg of a chair, bag of the chips, get me to heaven before I go blip.

If only my teeth were pure enough to chomp through this movement that brings so much of what I can’t deal with anymore.

Doing things I can’t take home; writing about the dust in the dust, as the snowdrops of your love fade in my memory.

To live where no doors will open can seem a curse, and to continue living there could see you screaming in despair.

Long is the night so dark, and empty is the heart separated from love, but longer still is the road to freedom so far from home.

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THE END OF CORRUPTION

The graveyard closed early and went for a bottle of beer, so Blue-Jane had one too and then everything began to make sense and although the thing was still lurking about somewhere, probably in the shadows, things began to look better.

The rich in their old paradigms started to die off in large numbers of doom and the king became an imbecile and was confined to his bedroom to sleep it off for the duration and in time would be forgotten as a bad dream, but not before paying restitution to all the tongue-less wailers to be set free to blink in the hot sun of their new found freedom.

Limitless Smith who’d just walked into this was having a great time of it dancing his marionette dolls at the local fair and had a suitcase full of money in his cross-hairs that was sticking out of his pocket and so was considered rich in some circles.

Everywhere he went he put a smile on people’s faces and was very happy to do so and people would give him money for their pleasure and a jolly good time was had by all in the land of the imbecile king who was locked in his bedroom.

Over time, with everyone being taxed fairly, even the rich and the corporations, everyone began to thrive; even the homeless beggars had a nice house and a never went hungry.

There was such a surplus of money that everyone had a pay rise, everyone that is except the politicians and the bankers, they were all put in prison to count their evil sins until they became normal which would not be anytime soon, for their madness was deep and the only cure was no cure at all, so they were left to rot as was only fair.

The new catchphrase was: “I remember you,” and it went around until there were no strangers left in the land of the blind to frighten the children; and as everyone stepped into their power the light drove out the corruption and peace was felt by everyone. This of course was the story everyone told themselves hoping it would happen.

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