Poetry Pavement

Stars and Sands

Touching echoes to the stars,
Tapping on the rotten doors,
Picking absently at scars,
Keeping quiet, keeping scores.

Knowing when to stop a thing,
Before it turns bad in your hand,
Head nestled beneath a wing,
Trying hard just to withstand. 

There Can Only be Two

Take the blue pill,

Or the red pill if that won’t do,

There can only be the two of us,

In the world I made of you.

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Tragic numbers,

Play them safe if you will,

There can only be the two of us,

After that it’s all downhill.

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Treasured assumptions,

Take them into your grave,

There can only be the two of us,

And already I am a slave.

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Listening real hard,

I can almost hear your heart break,

There can only be the two of us,

In the world before I awake.

Waiting

I have exiled you in the dusty corners

Where you have vacationed freely

And without remorse

I have put you in your place at last

Where you will stay, I suspect

Until the sky shatters

There was something on my mind that day

But you know how these things are

Words on the breeze

The willows wept when I left you there

At the bus stop in my heart

I think you are still waiting.

Warsaw in Autumn

Tired and forgotten corners,

Warsaw’s old and weary mourners,

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Fiats dead on mossy bricks,

The pain that only hope inflicts,

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I saw you once with eyes unclouded,

Windows clogged and face beshrouded,

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Memories which stretch across,

Tinted futures, auburn loss.

Lies and Skies

Tired, tended, troubled tied

Disenchanted, dreaming died

Lucky, luminous, leaning lies

Sorrowful, sadistic skies

Anarchy, The Song

Anarchy

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I know that you like anarchism,

Simple living, veganism,

But baby, it’s a cataclysm,

Waiting to happen

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White saviours of the industry,

Look what you have done to me,

Democracy ain’t your cup of tea,

First World problems, hypocrisy

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I know you like recycling plastic,

And though I’m unenthusiastic,

The anarchism might be drastic,

I don’t wanna die

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White saviours of the industry,

Look what you have done to me,

A disharmonious litany,

The ministry of bigotry

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I know you like your vegan diet,

But let’s not start another riot,

Don’t you tell me to be quiet,

I wanna know the truth

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White saviours of the industry,

Look what you have done to me,

You do not have my sympathy,

When you act so viciously

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I know you like equality,

An anarchy of honesty,

That you remind me constantly,

Isn’t like Mad Max at all

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I know you want to live a life,

Free from suffering and strife,

So let’s just sheathe that fucking knife,

And talk about anarchy

Hallowed Ground

Beneath the city’s hallowed ground,
Lie promises and memories drowned,
Bought from liars by the pound,
Dreams of hounds and kings uncrowned.

Towers overlooked by guards,
Gamblers playing with no cards,
Dancers, acrobats and bards,
Kind regards lie in shards.

Gods’ and jesters’ burial mounds,
Beneath the city’s hallowed grounds,

Lost things never to be found,
Beneath the city’s hallowed ground. 

Trolls and Regrets

Trolls don’t sleep at all at night,
They keep their dreams and hold them tight,
Each troll keeps memories in his sack,
Knowing that they won’t come back.

Dreams of bridges, stone and wood,
Memories of where cities stood,
Little crumbs of past regrets,
Promises, and unpaid debts.

Trolls look on with eyes unblinking,
Though you reckon them unthinking,
But their dirty, hairy heads,
Yearn for soft and yielding beds.

Human Meat

Robots have inhuman feet,

And wherever two shall meet,

Via twitter they shall tweet,

Come, we feast on human meat,

It is sweet and it is neat,

Robots so each other greet,

And exude their robot heat,

Clouding up the robot street,

Drinking from an iron teat,

The mixed remains of human meat.

The Inventory of Love

Retracing the trajectories of her lips,

Rebuking the claims set down by her lost eyes,

There has never been a more sorrowful count,

Than the inventory of old, used-up love.