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Prevost Jan 2021
Heartfelt indifference
The vagabonds search the skies
In the nexus no one speaks
Nostrums pushed into veins
Sledgehammer heartbeats
Taking a run at the thunder in the distance
If either were to quiver
The world would unravel itself
Back out into the cosmos

Truth is a lonely soul out here
She is devastated as the ravaged womb
That she is
All the little boys gathered around
And told all the lies that tore all the girls down
It was always the young girls on the street
That told the tale of humanity
In their eyes
Prevost Jan 2021
Loneliness is a self contained world
Yet we arrogate it’s walls
With the need
That spawned the loneliness
.....Vicious....
Or just simply being human

Filling the void with yourself
Only works some of the time
Knowing thy self is to know the void
But after all
We are just creatures in need
of the human touch
  Jan 2021 Prevost
ju
loneliness flows from the centre of me,
in waves unmet by wall.
cut-lines
  Jan 2021 Prevost
stephanie burrows
He watches the news for hours.
She watches videos that says this
Virus is not real its a hoax.
They never can explain why the
Death count keeps on rising.
Instead they blame politicians
And Bill Gates.
She believes the vaccine has a
Chip in it while he says  its made
From dead babies.
Angry when say its not real once
More.
My response is.
Tell that to everyone who has lost
Someone that this is not real.
Tell those front line hero's this
Is not real.
Telling them both to share no
More narrow minded views with me
Because this is very real.
I wrote this today after listening to my brother and sister arguing over the lock downs and pandemic being real and it really got me the so call facts they where throwing at each other it was really annoying to hear their views on it to me this very real and people are dying from it
  Jan 2021 Prevost
Carlo C Gomez
Whether they go gently

or expedite with force

the rhythms of the night

are there to ravish us

in the miserable nature

of indomitable, incessant need

to gratify a neglected

consciousness

fraught with dancing endorphins

that linger about

love's sea

as a salient reciprocal
  Jan 2021 Prevost
Unpolished Ink
The reason I write
to **** the banality
of reality
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