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Polygamy
True love, more than once
More than one at once
How true it has to be
for you two and me
are there degrees of fact
how much lies we could mix
and still keep true love intact
can we pretend no lust
is involved, and love has evolved
and two partners can trust
perhaps you are thinking too much
we are two, and always pensive
of course it is a bit much
for your tiny little brain
don’t worry, we will only
destroy you, take all you have
make you lonely
and then leave, our true love
Day dream
Head in the water
Drum rolls please
Decoy
What is real, what is fact
All seems to be an act
real ones try to fake it
minting wealth, rake it
world doesn’t value truth
reality never be smooth
Birds shouldn’t have any brains
Blondes, mallards, cranes
media, views insane
thousand million fans
collect more, act inane,
Prodigious sharp minds wasted
thinking about how food tasted
forgetting what is crumbling
atmosphere, water resources humbling
who will solve world’s misery
truth tellers handled derisory
mocked and kicked in the teeth
killed, laid with ordinary wreaths
earth soul screams and cries
to see how sapiens destroy
dejected me you don’t see now
all left is a happy ruse, decoy!!
Forgotten souls
On a journey to somewhere known
Close to the heart, where happiness was born
On the winding way, long road beyond reality
thousand places pass, never to be visited
their stories never narrated, through dry blunt lips
when running towards, the joy of being
such tiny, minuscule details are lost,
although, almost, always at a cost
which is repaid, by the kiss of beloved
forgotten pages of moments passed
when seen from a prism of harsh perception
colours of traits separated, deception
envy, lust, cruelty, hate, indifference
nothing good seems to refract out
good and evil in a vicious bout
evil it seems, always wins
suggesting redemption in a sin
losing perspective of the journey, its end
stay the course, traveller, avoid the bend
where the life carriage will be broken
help will come, heaven send
from the same forgotten, hidden, unmentioned
people of the middle, who would lend
a soul in hand, to push you across prairie