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poem no.51 (minus the 1st line) well old stuff

Nara jo Hillard ~ pre - Sugar-Fish | 18.06.2014 21:44 | NATO 2014 | Anti-racism | Culture | Terror War | World

Pain threshold gone
My senses are strong
I scream till I'm numb
Mental health must love on!...

... They are out there now
Waiting to see me
What will eye bee? Free?
From inside? Who is me meant to bee?
I scream when it's loud
I don't care to bee a peace ov the crowd
That's not there
Save it up! Don't
Just hide away
A brain bomb will fall away
Escape while all the others play
Brake the rules
Don't bee pathetic
So it isn't clear!
You can't just disappear
Inside somehow
Unable to see
All the things eye couldn't see
A reality that bites upon wicked delights

eye wanted to brush it out
But eye swing out wide
Eye wanted to move in
But then got locked outside
Eye don't care if you hate me
Because it's hate that eats you
Down to frame size



Ago


Now I've taken up drinking
And stopped my favourite thinking

I'm not flirting
It started hurting
Down locked in the basement
My brain (a relocated arrangement/dislocated)


(the end) % × ; .......

Nara jo Hillard ~ pre - Sugar-Fish
- e-mail: navajosf74.njh@googlemail.com