Riding a Bye-cycle…

Once again his mood changes,

right out of the blue.

His contempt for me settles,

He’s the him I first knew.

It’s an emotional cycle.

It’s taking a toll.

It hardens my heart.

It darkens my soul.

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On the run…

The Angel digs his heels in,

and runs off with his brothers.

Left behind, I do not mind,

This time away from others.

My temper’s blown over.

The air is calm and clear.

When the Angel’s finished running,

he’ll come home,

and I’ll be here.

Method of Madness…

 

The Bandwagon’s in town,

the prey is your purse.

Nobody is safe,bandwagon

from hysterias curse.

You can scrub all you like,

you won’t get the “all clear”,

cos the Vultures get rich,

off the campaigns of smear.

 

 

 

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Geneva.

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The gangster does yell.

The social media Queen,

an Angel’s roommate in Hell.

The world needs to know her,

all must know she exists…

She’s loud and proud of her work,

and the Angel’s at risk.

 

 

 

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Monday…

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Coffee and a cigarette.

My day begins.

The teenage girl fluffs in front of the mirror,

looking beautiful.

Eyes roll as I tell her so.

The house is falling down around me.

Chaos reigns.

The unemployment line waits for me.

I’ll do that tomorrow.

I wonder what today will bring…

 

 

 

 

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Stella…

 

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the colours turned to gray.

She roamed the streets of Limbo,

she forgot to laugh and play.

Her shed became a hidey hole,

her projects gathered dust.

In that smoke filled room,

Stella sat with her gloom,

and picked holes in herself with disgust.

 

 

Thank you for the first line M8M8. Xx

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Redundant…

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It’s the end of an era,

in more ways than one.

A career,   a companion,

added up, equals none.

 

I’m sitting alone,

while you snore in my bed.

Next time I crave conversation,

I’ll phone a chatline instead.

 

 

 

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