Wish I knew what

I meander around wide halls,
in circles,
an Exit, not an Exit after all.

Bright yellow lights,
bounce of the polished yellow floor,
blind me.
Its the club of the elite,
yet it seems so ordinary,
in a poor sort of way.

I step out into the semi darkness of dusk
feeling let down
something just died,
surrounded by lavishness and liveried men,
Wish I knew what.

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There is thick dust at the big black gate,
sheeted metal pulled together, cold and silent,
locked.

Dust, gathered in a ball,
mixed with long grey hair,
an empty sachet of chewing tobacco.
It all flies a bit this side, then that,
each time a vehicle whizzes by.

A big thick red stain runs long,
dried into the concrete by the sun,
ugly, tomato sauce that someone stepped on.

Sometimes you'll fuck my mind dudes,
Sneer at the world I come from.

This world,
So upright.
So uptight.
And too fucked to admit it.

8.00 p.m

Blinded by Rage

They’ve cheating me, aren’t they?
Those rotting hearts on smiling faces

They’ve cheating me, aren’t they?
Those sleek tongues in wicked minds

The pain oozes out of an innocent face
A ray of trust just blew out

My heart fell, he says
and the word comes back to me, after very many months

In the loss of innocence
In anger
Pain
Helplessness

It matters not what glory you acquire from the world
The finery you use to cloth yourself
The justification you give your deeds
For the grief of a broken heart will condemn you
To that which you can little explain

(Dedicated to those who will understand)

Advertising Cloud 9

The horizon in shades of green,
Water tanks, blue and black,
Clothes of all hues waving in the breeze.
Cloud 9 advertising its services,
Who would think, it would need to?
But it does,
Its the recession.

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oh why does my soul refuse to rest.
it bounds up,
against gravity,
like there were thorns that pricked its underside.
refusing it rest.

oh my soul has a bloody breast
a weary heart
that longs to rest,
but somehow each night is day
in its unending search to run away.

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I stare out,
As the orange-pink of sunset
Fades away into silhouettes,
Large dark trees, rise up
And the cold road leads away.

The breeze whips at my face,
The curtains buffeted in the strong wind,
Fly around uncontrollably like shreds,
My heart feels the same,
As it leaves sweet memories behind.

Parting can never be harder.

15th April 2009