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a Yet wefailtounderstand. — en

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Splitting images leaves you in pieces
Second scrimmage is this what it leaves us
Living the life so no one will know you
Empty alternatives leaves what you must do

Passing down through the city streets

I see glamoured victoms the life deceits
Motion picture madness of stories untold
Tears in the life where nothing is unsold

Run baby run from the chill of the circle
Run maybe run from the vicious circle
Wars within worlds completely unknown
Wars that we've hidden of lives so torn
Run baby run from the chill of the circle
Run maybe run from the vicious circle

Disturbed in love for the lonely lovers
Burning their hearts for their hate of others
Pardon for the pain when survival is only
Tears for a life why must it be so lonely

‘Splitting images leaves you in pieces
Second scrimmage is this what it leaves us

 

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Fas 3) if Three dimension rationale!
bee [- end Action, space and time.

I launch myself upon the myriad of space.

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Unconscious recollections, not yet surfaced in mind.
Caer Truth or illusion, {know not.

My mind, a desert,
N“ A vessel waiting to be filled; (
Overflowing—
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POETRY
PEATURE

CONTRIBUTIONSBY:

What is time, but an illusion. Donna Forbes

Splitting images leaves you in pieces. Ari-Douglas Head
Someone kicked a can Robin Robertso

p. jane ChAnGeD Ernest R.T. Hawker

Dilly Dally dopple shift. Doug Parsons

Life gets you down Dame Slamn

The men who raise our daily bread Anonymous

Peace! Donna Forbes

A sunset lost for the want to express it Donna Forbes
Sometimes | befall a recollection Ari- Douglas Head
living here i succumb to these walls Ari- Douglas Head

 

Someone kicked a can -
We all looked up.
A fleeting moment startled glassy lifeless eyes,
only to focus inwards once again.
We remain: a silent unit waiting endlessly for ‘’The Bus’’
That Bus.
Our individual routine ride.
We are “‘the car-less crew’’.
Dark blue-grey New West skies strangle initiative.
The smell of death hangs rank and pungent in the air.
We are the dead.
Our zombied faces stare out, expecting nothing.
Packed like sardines into cramped tin cans,
our endless bus rides on forever.
We know the route.
We have our ways, our rules.
Not a word is spoken until the stop.
A harsh bell shatters eardrums.
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