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This is their world.
Quiet, peace, nature.
My life is a placid lake,
smooth as glass.
No metal blemishes or concrete pores.

Soon it will be different.

What is green?
Smog is a natural feature in our chemical makeup.
We should be worried if we weren’t in pain.
Covered in synthetic scars and acrylic burns.
This is our world.

Of Rigidity

We all have two principles
To follow in life
One is duality
The second is being double.

In order to save a situation
All human beings,
Politicians and soldiers included,
Have to adapt such a stance
In order to exist

Except save in one situation
A Marshal of the Field had to say this
‘’The only times ones rigidity plays
And pays
Is when you both are about to sleep
That’s it take it or leave it.''

Perforate your perversions
you hiss in a throaty whisper
this dry weather has made
you the concubine of chance
and with a pinky finger waving
you hand me your empty
glass

"summer is rotten" you say
staring with your bedroom
eyes filled with glacial pool
blue your glorious hair trickles
down your chest
a nibble of ear shows
the mascara heavy and dark
like a storm cloud above the
moon thin atmosphere of
that heart shaped face

Hi ya'll. While I'm taking a break I thought I'd give everybody some thing to play with. I'll start the poem. Only 2 rules :1. post only one stanza 2. stanza doesn't need to rhyme but it must have rhythm. So have fun and here goes..............

The stench and ugliness of war
has fertilized too many fields.
Regardless what the fight was for
were lost souls worth the meager yields?..................................................(bet ya'll were expecting a nature poem lol)

Emaciated bodies
Skin hanging on bones
Pity for being poor
Enzymes short of nutrients
Through years of starvation
Turned to feed on flesh
Skeletons roam the earth
This earth my brother
Scourged by heat
And lack of rains
Paradise turned to hell
Moulds of graves stretched
Beyond the horizon
Like beds of nursery
Depict a harvest
Of death by famine
Chattering drums beat
To rescue the dead
Late show of compassion
Mocks those who fed well
Where were their hearts

Staring through the blue glass of dreams
we reach into each other's sighs.

I wonder what she's thinking  
whilst she pretends to watch T.V  
   
She's sat on that same spot    
on the same sofa for more years  
than i care to remember  
gradually not caring about  
the seven long hairs that grow    
from her chin or the stains    
all over her clothing from  
last weeks dinner  
   
She sips her cider  
   
I watch  
   
She sips  
   
I ask: "where is he?"  
   
"He's in bed." She answers,  

A COVENANT OF ONE

When all is said and done
each of us is a covenant of one
into ths world alone we come
alone we go
and who we are we will not know
until we sigh our last

I have no thoughts of the future
no care of what is past
I can only say that I have been
and hope to be again somewhere
something more than I am
more than what others see in me
more than a covenant of one

Smiling lips pasted on his face
he knocks upon the door
While he waits, he begins to pace
in the stinking corridor

Finally, the dirty portal cracks
a suspicious man appears
Behind him, girls on their backs
their faces full of fear

The room is dim and foul of air
some money changes hands
The large man asks; How much the pair?
The other grins and understands

Return to me the smiles
You took away

Return to me the tears
I shed anyway

And

Return to me if you must today,
The same way you did
When we made love last Saturday

Or return to my life
The same old way,
Else return all the love
Which I gave away