so i 've attempted some editing
A word full walking
Moved a melting gaze
Into an embrace
Of gibberish darkness
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Happiness is an allegory,
Unhappiness a story…
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It’s funny how the tables have turned…
I finally find a self, I call it mine,
I build it up and make it a shrine
Then I search for my star in the darkened sky,
My star that’s lost in a blanketed lie,
But the planets have moved, sliding around,
To match the fate of a table turned
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This was the poem that inspired my 2nd fiction film (although my 1st real passionate attempt)….it was a strange experience trying to create a film from a poem… but it was the only way I could do it…
COLD DEAD SLEEP
Coffee day, cold coffee, cold sleep,
yet again I grow sleepy.
Eyelids leaden with chewy sleep.
as the corporately dressed feed me their smiling lies.
Their feet adorned in steeped precision,
Only serve to sever my true ambition down to a cursed rendition of many a so called stalwart condition.
Existence isn't a mystery to one
Who contends in history.
Each word that was written once,
by the powerful faith that moves mountains,
Builds, brick by brick,
The wall that surrounds the destitute prostitute of our plentiful times.
This isn't no poem that will entertain your lustful tongue,
If I should rhyme is very much my own decision.
I detect your wry smile at my wistful folly,
A sneer is all I have for your unhearing ally.
Faith can move mountains or drench a mountain's work of pride.
Its powerful innocence pulls a wanderer's quest to its demonic end.
What a sad pity it is then, to settle for corporate heroism,
With its coffee & quiet delinquents lurking in the corners...
With all my growing likeness to an evangelic angel,
I begin to drown in the lurking drowsiness,
Of what the death of a society brings to heroic celebration.
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