rhyme

Artefacts

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Let it snake through my veins
the ink of yesterday’s
Delinquent stupid ways
Ebbing mortality
In the hiss of its forked tongue
Venom and white noise
We’ve been dying all along
transplanting hearts
To prolong
This presence in the throng
Suspending life
Already withdrawn
Suspecting no where to belong

Let it snake through my veins
What’s at stake for today
Life could never be wrapped
Strapped or trapped
Life finds a way unmapped
Till death comes to detract
The world carries on
Which ever way the odds are stacked
It’s all the same impact
Whether broken or just cracked
It’s die, or adapt
But in the end
We’re all just paper trail artefacts

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Middle

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I’m not typical
certainly not biblical
though my name suggests miracles
I like to think my faults are forgivable
But that only seems to make my rage more formidable
I am hardly statistical
I can find myself in numbers
Maybe I am mythical
The pinnacle of invisible
My evidence not admissible
I was born cynical
Or, difficult?
Sometimes my thoughts are unthinkable
I’m always at the periphery of transitional
Lost in the middle…

Can a man dare to dream

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Sit and listen to
The sound of the pitter patter
That abounds
Like constant white noise
Asserting no significant attention
Just the buzz of human relations
Like the wings of a bee
Humming the language of nations
Industrious working of this socialisation
Working its way through the psyche
Of many generations
While clowns look to the clouds
With wisdom in their jest
And hearts of lions pounding in their chest
Perhaps detained
But noticing every freedom
Has it’s own cage
And seeing that maybe
As caged birds flaps their wings
Can a man surely dare to dream?