Broken Toys

Broken Boys

Things That Just Don’t Have a Home

No Past

No Future

Just the Eternity of a Moment

a Moment In Time

a Moment That Has Made you Blind

That Life Is One Big Lie

A Long Good Bye

to Every Thing you Once Held Dear

That Made you Smile

Made you Tear

a Faded Snap Shot In a Tattered Book

Over & Over you Look

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I have a dream. Enough said.

"Wait, that does not meet the minimum word requirement for this challenge! Can't just end there.Shoot," she thinks. "Have to say something to get it up," she tells herself as she hurridly searches the collassium of dead dreams for any that can be resurrected. She probes past skeleton ideas. Desires burried alive by callous symphonies entitled "you're never gonna make it." Those indeed never made it to reality.

"Try that one again." "No, this one" "this one had potential." She argues with herself. A heated cross examination. She is Judge, prosecutor and Defence. Which dream will stand? "Oh, remember Martin luther had a dream" she interjects herself with a non-sequitor so leisurely she forgets she's looking at her own dreams. She recollects saying "Mr Luther is a dead king now. You're still living so focus on living dreams. No use juggling dead men's thoughts." She continues more desparetly for the sake of preserving the integrity of this challenge. Realising she might be reaching 300 words, she asks herself to adjourn for a moment. She concludes by saying "I must want something. Something bigger than myself. It must be here. It must be that:

I have a dream. Enough said."

Ribbons

of Flesh

Unequal to

the Test

Imprison me

a Circling Sea

Vivid Green

Self Mockery

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Aye Fucker

-

I am

the Mistake

you Made

to Ride

you

to your

Grave

-

xx

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Things I Have Seen

In Drug Induced Dreams.

the Parting Of the Veil.

Could This Be Real.

I Knew you Were to Die

I Saw you Go Bye.

Not a Word Did you Speak

As you Slipped Into Sleep,

But I Saw In your Eyes

Some Thing That Haunts me InSide.

Maybe It Was Just Don’t Be Afraid

or Life Is More Than It Looks,

But I Can Not Decipher That Stare.

So When the Phone Call Came

It Rang & It Rang

& Sang of Decay.

I Was Not Surprised

Just Misty Eyed.

Though Nights When I am Alone

I Try to Break That Code,

But I Find

I Am Too Simple of Mind

& It

Falls Further From my Hand.

Maybe It Was Just the Mystery

I Needed to See

to Spur me On

to Greater Deeds.

I Do Not Know,

I Question So,

Circles Go

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Silence

How

It

Reigns

a Rain

of Pain

to Cut

Furrows

In

the Hardest

Heart

the Stain

Of

the Grave

Holding Us

a Part

Putrid Flesh

That

Will Never

Heat

With Love

Again

Coffin Wood

Is Now

your Bed

my Dear

&

my Words

I Fear

you

Will Never

Hear

Just

the EndLess

Wait

to Join

your Side

the Reply

To you

& I

Never Separate

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We built the spires up

To bring them falling down;

Their scattered dust & rust

Fall softly on the ground.

What mist

(or spray)

Will calm them?

What muddy, bloody brew?

To build again,

With sweaty men,

“The Spires, the Spires!”

Mighty risen ruins.

I First Heard of Him

When He Came Before the Ethics Committee.

During the Trial of Edwin Mercer

Head of the Obama Corp,

For Crimes Against Humanity.

For the Genetic Testing & Research

He Had Conducted On Inmates

of Both Mental Health Facilities & Prisons

or Any One Else He Pleased

Like the Murder & Detainment

of Any One Who Got In His Way;

Families, Lawyers, Judges

He Killed Them All.

I Will Never Forget

How That Nondescript Man

Walked Down That Aisle

& Demanded

In a Booming Voice

I Claim the Oldest Law of Them All,

I Claim the Right of An Eye For An Eye,

Just As This Man Murdered So Many

He Shall Die

Not Coddled In a Cage

but Right Now

Like the Dog He Is.

I am

Pay Back

& Then

the Screaming Began

As the Bones Were Broken

From His Toes On Up

Till Just a Gurgling,

Mewing, Mess Was Left

& Then Just a Stain.

I Would Learn Later

He Was a Master of Disguise

As Well As

His Own Bodies Matter,

He Could Absorb Any Force Directed At Him

Then UnLeash It How & When He Chose.

Abilities Given to Him by the Very Corporation

of the Man He Had Just Killed.

He Was Test Subject

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& Now He Was a God

Now you Couldn’t Crack His Skin

or Poison His Wine

Now you Can’t Kill Him

He Just Won’t Die

you

Can be

What Ever

you Wish

With me

Any Thing

In This

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