and a new one without title


solitary lawyers roam
aftershaved magma
like flies on dung

it is only in a not dawn
rolling like dark thunder
I can aim for greatness
of I is lost in thought

watery graves are tears
on man made borders
shallow men and greed

families bombed to refuge
recover beneath bleak canvas
where a teenager
is still just a teenager

there are belted bombs
bearded madness
for the sake of women

the not so humble
working for extinction
the proclaimed owners
and the not so big

shamanistic intentions
trampolines
moves with meaning

it all come to an end
it all will die and die and die
and I will not cry




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-04-23 at 00:33

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I think that you have expressed the problem very well. Nice work.
2015-04-24


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Very end of days and apocalyptic, Bob. You set mood very convincingly.
2015-04-23


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
It seems it is our cycle.
I can not think how to title such times either
I get your gist and like it.
2015-04-23