Foundation

Brick by brick from the finest kiln
Life is spent building your dream
most is achieved, want to scream,
House, status, immense wealth
Youth was lost, so was health
Is this really worth that much?

Changing masks

Imagination figment
Colour pigment
Jumps and hops
Mountain tops
Deeds and sin
Glowing skin
Warm hearts
Brand new parts
Heart rise
Then…
Age arrives
Mellowness comes
Speed dims
Slow and soft
Life’s raft
Emotion grows
High and lows
Love comes
Lust goes
Mighty and highs
tire and sigh
Doesn’t matter
how you fly
Life stages
can’t deny

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Observatory

watching intensely
passing youth
colourful dungeon
hiding black truth

aimless roaming
wasted ways
drunken nights
hazy days

self loathing
soon arrives
humanity hatred
fittest survives

street smart
learning game
borrow, steal
absence shame

lurching, searching,
who to blame
birthplace, environs
upbringing claim
poverty, destiny
all the same

Deadwood

Life has passed
nothing to show
spending last days
vegetative state
In early years
should have stayed late
made people laugh
changed my fate
now my dear
It’s too late