The Black & White Poet

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Twenty One Hundred Days


And a ruptured dream


Haven't seen as much as a 


Loose profile picture 


Or broken peek - in between


Cracks and rocks


Absent hauntings 


While being too camouflaged 


By real purpose. Authentic love.


Please all of you 


Go back into your cracks and spaces


Leave your regrets and mourned faces


With your generic stories


And bland concepts of happy


Everyone rushing 


To be happy


But can't find their own clues


On what's true or untainted 


Time wasted 


On each and every one of you


Don't know your right hand


From your left


Neglected all that love


And useless breath


Good luck


With all that to do


All that 


Accumulation 


Of lost energy


Hopeless images 


Cookie cutter norms


All the


Marihuana  junkies


baby daddies 


And fake roles


Pathetic souls


Lost and alone


 


I've got gold bars 


And brass locks


Encompassing me


At the same time free


From worries or obligations


A crazy kind'o situation


Left me crooked


But tables turning


journals burning


Glitter, Glam, Fame


Life's a funny game


Have fun doing your thing 


Back to my runway


Bang. Bang. Bang.


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 



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