Poems

none of these trees are trees

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none of these trees are trees

( a few lines based on a daft idea that’s probably real as well )

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all is not what it seems

none of these trees are trees

no, these trees are drama students

or were before the breeze


changed its course out the blue

as breezes often do

they're compelling yet quite wooden

let not these trees fool you

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( hello again )

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( hello again ) ( by some tosser on the internet )

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often i forget to sleep

& often i forget to eat

often i forget the date

& the time - i'm often late



often i am on my own

barring the dog so not alone

often my home is a mess

much like the head - i must confess



often all my clothes are creased

i've not ironed since the nineties

often i am being strange

oh blame my often monkeyed brain



often i daydream through days

its weeping rain & sunny rays

often i am drinking tea

& writing shite

quite oftenly

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this poetry is mind control

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this poetry is mind control ( some much needed truth )

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this poetry is mind control

this distraction's your ball & chain

with words designed to steal your soul

re-program & re-wire your brain


yet make you think you're more aware

deceptive as all metaphors

true evil runs the world out there

beyond these words rage many wars

( read on )

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