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Laurence Gar Sing 3d

Taking from the webs which spin endlessly

Fighting over stupid things
Like what colour something is

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The Original Tom Maxwell Apr 18

I was reading a 2005 edition,
Of an Oxford dictionary, and,
And a 1990 version of the,
Websters, New Thesaurus,
Yes, it was a slow evening,
That day. Two common words,
You may often hear, or say,
Why and but, could nowhere,
Be found, as I searched away.
The both are used in negative, or positive ways,
Depending on what you are expressing, and your attitude,
At the time. But you are so sweet, to but I am,
Doing it my way. Why, that was so kind, to,
Why, the hell did you do that.
If you read every word in both of those books,
You learn a lot, and you’ve read almost every word,
In every other book.

The Original: Tom maxwell © 07/02/2024 AD

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Damocles Apr 13

Junk-Rat

Chasing Sera Tonin
But she’s too far to reach.
Legs are gelatin, blood loss adrenaline
Need to feel whole again,
Call out with an SOS, there’s-
A man down needing his medicine.

There you go again,
Chasing Sera Tonin
Needle hits the record
Repeating the patterns.
Time slows to a stalled crawl
As eyes roll back and it feels like
Every atom is a bomb when the veins go
Exploding for a bit of her glow.

You’re a dope I mean,
Really look at you in that mirror,
Does it ever reflect a person you recognize
Or is the vision never getting clearer?
Chasing Sera Tonin,
Nasal passages cut from granules
Brain feeling the weight of -
Everything intangible,
Will the narcan angels flash their neon
Just to give you your wings?

Send out the SOS
Oh, there’s a man,
He needs his medicine

Chasing Sera Tonin
You’ll never catch her,
You’re a dope I mean,
And you won’t receive her
With polluted receptors

More of a societal commentary on junkies and addicts in general..all chasing after serotonin but not realizing the things they are addicted to is keeping them further and further away from happy.

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David Fesenco Mar 17

The gravity of verbal sin

"For the righteous Lord loves justice. The virtuous will see his face."
Every time I unshut my eyelids, time and I enter a race,
I drag my body out of bed, go to the bathroom to wash my face,
brushing off, like it is dandruff, the feeling of being misplaced.

What do I see lifting my gaze? There stands reflected in the mirror
an emulsion of an unmitigated taker and a poor giver,
and if there aren't any Gods, I know he is a firm believer
that the beauty of the word is nowhere but in the ears of the hearer.

All I see in that reflection is a young man, completely lost
in the sound of old people outside playing a game of draughts,
and on his neck, a rosary from a sailor, all chipped and coarse,
pulling him down to the full basin, with a weighty lyrical cross.

His eyes are empty, on his pale forehead there is a suspicious gloss
like that of polished marble, the reflection is a cemetery of thoughts.
Every second I spent writing, I am now doubting its worth,
all amounted up to nothing, now a mass grave for thousands of words.

I understand that the misfortune of a tongue that is so ill-fitted
comes with the duty of not vocalising everything, keeping it lidded,
so with my memories on paper and with their purport still vivid,
i comprehend the gravity of all the verbal sins i have committed.

A bit of self reflection

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