Bedtime in Bedlam

Writing poetry is like having a gun at your head bullets for breakfast blood on the bed and few can understand the words that you planned would change the world. it’s a suicide murder on the inside and it kills me on the outside, I write even though it might make me crazy…

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Poppers

The irreparable is replaceable matching like for like but once the damage is done it cannot be fixed without leaving a scar. Time and the passing of it may help a bit, but it’s debatable, the future is unreadable. Shipton and Nostradamus tried to charm us with what they could see but they didn’t fool…

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pilates at Pilate’s court?

exercise madness. put him to death and in less time than it takes to draw one single breath the history of man began, that’s modern history and not Neanderthal stuff although there’s not nearly enough known about them, and we end up with porn stars and rock stars and star wars and more whores who…

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5 strings to a theory

Day becomes night and in the lamplight I write until my eyelids are drooping, but it’s a carefully managed addiction perfectly suited to a man who’s seen action and prefers now to take it a bit slow. The heart beats a bit faster every time that I master a rhyme it’s a pity that time…

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