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The cycle has started
Its set to wash
but everything is so FILTHY
Everything in life cycles
Spinning slowly
Slightly misshapen circles
Nothing and everything's perfect
It's in the eye of the beholder
Not sureWE CAN COMPREHEND 100%
So much lost between the lines


Double spaced
All these layers
Not sure if we can cope with the answer
Maybe questioning is the answer
for all is one
and we are god
We make or own reality
but it seems it's now blocked by this technology
Slightly misshapen circles
Over circles forming bigger circles
They may seem perfect in some eyes
They say circles within circles represent power
The chalice the gift of life
Drinking from the breast of a broken society
for my art,
is falling for my Heart,
for my poetry
is but confessions
and reflections
of the beauty
in my Soul
the grotesque
on my mind
and the turbulence
in my Heart
 Apr 2016 Mark Parker
m i a
neon signs are visible tonight,
our fingers interwine
we watch as the stars shine,
then your lips meet mine,
and i swear i felt our hearts allign
it was only nine,
but my oh my i was already drunk off of your love,
**you're divine like the galaxies above.
"in which a girl falls in love, with a boy whose eyes shined like the stars above."
They say people come and go.
Do they see the pawns they got left behind
My words  are left on  the ground

Life can beat you down to  you are nothing
We have fallen but some can't find a  way to  get back up
My body is cut  from the inside with the  mistakes of  the past

Open your  eyes look deep inside
A story is waiting to be told
Leave the pain behind to move forward
But what will we have to think about
We play this game called cat and mouse
We bend the rules and use them like we're using tools
sitting on our conscience comfortably like we sit on stools
we've ignored the stairs because we all wish for elevators disappointed many friends and turned them
to aggrieved foes because there's pride in having haters
nothing matters, nothing ever did as long as we got the paper
life is a gamble we claim but we've mastered all the tosses
living a life of camouflage taking cover cause we're someone's debtor we've given up the schools of thought, now profits can be losses
we're lost in the wilderness, enslaved by temptations and darkness
because we've been convinced that as slaves we're the bosses
we're reducing our lifespan with the tattoos
and skin mutilations of reckless living we call uniqueness
we're free in chains of our addictions,like caterpillars do cocoons
we're giving with strings attached and foolishly term that philanthropy
penning discombobulations and terming that philosophy
politics is about the money statesmanship is as scarce as honey
the foolish took on roles of imparting wisdom into future generations
we can't remember our roots, history's on tattered
pages of time and rhyme in unclear narrations
We weld our own chains yet shackled we start freedom fighting
We give in what we can get, forgive and not forget
Courage has walked out on our race, perhaps she was never here
so much so that we'll scream "go to Hell" to the dare devils
instead of playing the game of life up to their level
our lives are ships we steer into stormy waters we can not sail
then whimper (at every slap of monster waves) out of fear
we've ignored the caution, dance in the rain,not storms with the hail
hence we're stuck in a darkness we cannot counter
living on the fast lane, supersonic places without room to saunter
memories are left in the pictures for we remember only nothing
present when nature died,in pain she screamed for our help in vain,
for while she bled her life away blindly we were watching
now that her monsters have come to warm the treacherous Earth
with nightmares of heat, typhoons,hurricanes we realise her worth
we are architects of our own doom, of the towers of gloom
congesting the skyline with scrappers of bad choices
and denying the rays of righteousness a path to our visage
we've altered the world into dark sweltering global room
we're preachers and philosophers who need to listen to our own message
we're the ***** that needs shaving, the righteous who need saving
a wide path which needs paving,we're the change we're craving
for it's utter madness and strange to say the world needs change
when we, we are the world, we are the ***** in politics
players of the game,the authors of the lyrics
and with good interred to our bones can be the saints to the relics
we're a lost generation and the campus we need to be found
we're the liberty we seek for we are the shackles to which we're bound
reality is twitter for most times we control the trends
we can unbend the bended rules and change how this story ends
You don't see me
you don't hear me
you can just feel me
I am camouflaged by several noises and voices
I depict purity and respect
I don't want to be remembered
only at the mourning times...
why can't you just enjoy me?
tear some time from the book of your busy life,
to feel me...
I am an unseen picture,
I am an unheard piece of music,
I am eternal...
I am there in the deserted deserts,
where no life exists
I am there in the heights of the skies,
I am there in the depth of the sea,
somewhere deep within your soul...
in the coo-coo of cuckoo
in the pitter-patter of rain
the cries of wind break me open...
you don't see me
you don't hear me
you can just feel me.
Dazed , slumber mode
Late hour aggravation
Defective diode , electrical -
brain imbalance , television overload
Book weary , legal philosophy -
theory , fly swatter Republican
county prosecutors
Night cars bound for work
Greasing the soul eating machines -
of our Corporate government
Press conference Lead Monster wannabe
students of Plato
Cookie cutter American PlayDoh
Copyright April 10 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Apr 2016 Mark Parker
Star Gazer
I've heard of men
Dying at war
Answering nations call
Or coming back
With a burden
Known as PTSD.

I've heard of hearts
Bursting from hatred
Flames igniting monks
To defend what is sacred
I've heard of hearts
Healing from love
And flames burning
For progression of
A society.

I've heard of people dying
At a battlezone whilst
Watching the alive
Die with them,
All suffering the same fate
Yet I'd never imagined
That racism somehow survived
Kept breathing and alive
By bigots who have no better cause
To fight for.
Racism somehow survived
By the flames that burnt
Destruction upon society
Rather than progression,
Racism somehow survived
As though bigots
Lacked the knowledge of sobriety,
Left their brain intoxicated
From all the colors they hated
Till they became rotten.
How the **** did racism survive,
When we couldn't even bring our soldiers home alive?
 Apr 2016 Mark Parker
Lauren Leal
Her
She is my escape from reality; my gift of joy.
The wanderlust of her soul.
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