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Life is strange
So many peopleAnd yet so aloneSocial media,Made out of stoneAs we constantlyGlide away, slide away,Stranger from StrangerMade out of StyrofoamFeelings leftAt homeAnd always crying,All Alone…
There seems to be,
Hysteria,A madness that surrounds,The 21st Century,With its Robotic Hounds.Machines that are born and prosper,Soon they’ll be all aroundWill they be our MastersAnd us, their Playground?
As the Roses cry their winter,
I was thinking how life passes,How each day I miss you more.Life is not an easy slumber,Things do often go astray,We are shaken by black thunder,When our Love has gone away,And we know the dying roses,Won’t be coming back in May.
Here, there, everywhere
To camouflage,So not to hear,The inner, outer screamOf disappointment,That hurts so much!That reality placesWithout caringWhat it destroysOr who loses,Life’s one time,Single match.
You think,
You root for this One, publicized,You know, the One that has no pride,But always, very much to hide,‘Politicos’ they are astute,They always know which horn to toot,Behind closed doors, amongst themselves,They plan the voting, empty shelves,Then cakes are sliced for future dates,While we watch on, behind Hell’s gates.
Like a terrible
Writing can become,A deadly deviceFor Some.