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Celestial May 16
Like every drop of rain,
Disturbs the surface of water.
My actions make me gain,
Qualities we want for daughters.

Improvements we hope,
Because we want not to fall,
Backwards to the end of the rope.
Then those we know laugh with gall.

When we misstep in tiptoe,
Around the mistakes we make.
Not knowing the seeds we sow.
All the wrongs we forsake,

Holds us further apart,
With no comfort in the surroundings.
The cause for change at the start.
Despite denying their foundings.

So I be the light, the change,
So many need.
Hope in being in range,
And the message they heed.
Michael John Sep 11
reminiscent of the dinner table
as a child..
the future fortold
happily and sadly, ignored
the ketchup label my friend..

ask me what is in it..
and i mean the real ****!
you could compose a suicide note
or become a poet..
wait..waiting..

for the red  to flow..
hitting the bottle so..
bap..bap..bap..!
stick a knife o
in..offer the tongue..
lie under the ******* sun
and prey..

ii

sun on crow
his shiny eye so
twirling..

in the letter box
lily..?
i have offering

a poem -what do you think?
i sent it away
still waiting..

iii

your dissolute life has it´s
foundings in the infant
dining experience..?

join the club little bird one
love and eating..
death and isolation..

chips fishfingers and peas
the british way
bread and butter..and tea..

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