Sin eating

Sin eater

 

 

The sin eaters are long since gone,
choked to death on the generational build up
that clogged the Faith.

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Lying legs

cricket's eye view

Tonight, the crickets are singing their beautiful lies
Of a world not half dead
At least that’s what I hear in their cryptic lyrics.

Does that make me a romantic?

It’s hard to know for sure.

oh well…Crickets freak me out anyway.
One really shouldn’t sing through their legs if they want to be taken seriously.

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Life and Death, a poem

History of War - Dublin

Bombs fall
Babies cry
Lovers sigh

 …Life

You fat cats in your filibuster suits

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A Lesson from Childhood

A world which shines from its own inner glow.
My mind wandered to stories told to me.
I was sure the dark shadow below
The surface was the awful whale of old

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Welcome

Welcome to my world.
Excuse the mess,
I’ve not had company here before.

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Intermittency

Calm amongst the chaos.
False control
Frustration
Illusion

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