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Poetry fans, does any of this move you and/or read well? (spent some editing the poetry I've written in the past five years)

Heart

The table the floor the walls were forced out with every heart beat

it was though the room and body had become connected somehow the blood
from hands had rushed to the head forming
gross grotesque plastic limbs so foreign to the reflection that
I thought I could detail in a sketch
but uncertainty only gouged out lines abstracted

even more so alien

it’s a hollow empty sound encased in something that

despite its lack of content
produces the mechanics of movement generates

words from fingers
sweeps limbs in the right direction and hardly ever falters

so sit in the dark and embrace it
turn off the light and find an empty chair
see senseless eyes following senseless shadows

these ghosts on a wall
taste salty tears and that briny wine you drink
as the sun so high in the sky you'll never touch it
as lines are drawn down down down
to the man who shuts himself in silence
staring back, staring back at you

float, you’re a king
of the cell you survey:
time matter and space,
all insubstantial and nothing now

nothing matters, nothing at all
you’re a scientist, father, magician
and the royal son inherit royal blood

good blood tastes of wine and liver
but a writer has ink for blood.
I want to be a real thing
or nothing
I want to be a king
or an ant
I want to be all life
or all dead
I want to be filled
or emptied
I am given to dust
and the sound of wind
echoing off a wall
as the seashell mimics the shore
and nothing more ever-more.

Tomato Kiss

I haven’t got the guts to be sad or angry without a drink in my hand
Like that dark haired dark eyed boy who died
That one with the tomato kiss
He disappeared with a drink in his hand

From the dents in the door
To the scrawling on the wall
The photographs torn up, stuffed under the bed or in a draw
Those old etched in curses
Is all that is left
Of words washed away by tide
Eroding life and memory


Even a grain of sand
Is god to man

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Hello Sk, Thank you for sharing....

float, you’re a king
of the cell you survey:
time matter and space,
all insubstantial and nothing now

nothing matters, nothing at all
you’re a scientist, father, magician
and the royal son inherit royal blood

Sorry I have not learned how to extract the text properly yet!!

I love this...so..neatly expressed...

Well wishes moonbeambethxxx

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