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Twisted Reversal

Twisted consequences spin chaos in a tornado,

Pulling sideways and upside down,

Feel the weight of the sudden drop,

Unexpectedly falling calmly into place,

Death wears a joker mask; such a morbid sense of joy.

 

Rushing between the traffic of the cattle,

The human market is open for business; ripe for the selling,

Heading to the mountains to breathe fresh air again,

Reclaiming the sense of self,

As pieces of me float like snowflakes into place.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The sudden realisation that things are actually ok... not as bad. A continuation on my poem "Unmapped Decision"

"Worship"

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"Occupy the Emerald City,
circumvent the greed,
stand until the crumpled silence
reaches yonder hill.
But it remains a pity,
hearts will always bleed,
cessation of violence,
targets lighter kill.

Mind changes will to bone,
novel prospects dread,
Windows' vaulted mysteries,
lofty eyes retreat.
Hunger is best intoned,
when keepers are fed,
hopelessness makes history,
media loves meat.

Cannibal convention,
appetite for treason,
sanctity is mealtime,
breathless shallow days.
Animal intention,
starving with the season,
facing loss in real time,
everybody prays...."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About the Occupiers, their courage, plight, and resolve. But, in the end, we all bow to Somebody.

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