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Deep afire the cracks of dawn and dust
Plastical polios resignate rust,
Mild metal muffdags meltolime lumps,
Carbonoid carbunicles heave ho humps.

Timetastic tutacles tickle trips,
Jusilicious janglers juggle jujips,
Sentimental snooters snap at snags,
Wild weavling wogsnakkers darry on frags.

Overture the orchests weal at lings,
Symphs and certobunnies practopace pings,
Minstic quaverots melodize raves,
Brevish tonites sequadance waves.

As the time tock Tickawagga tomes; Tickawagga, Tickawagga

Strayling the crux line credibles craze,
Rock root reliabillies ruff and raze,
Soso safeawallies keedle koots,
The Bing bang billabonger rip roars roots.

Lypolip lubers pikpok liners
Tricksed by bagglers boggling siners,
Cuddlesome kinglings straggle in straff
Naggled by nugglets pedaddling paff.

Evensong the moon tides mellow glites
Silver on the golding teliptus mites.
Swirlish vapids tower in the tope,
Hazelmist spindlecats trip top velope.

As the time tock Tickawagga tomes; Tickawagga, Tickawagga.

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Knife Edge

We are poised on a knife edge, more or less,
Afraid to be honest we acquiesce.
Diluting opinions to appeal to the mass,
An honest expression of views seen as crass.
The slightest misstep, much more than remiss,
Provokes vomit and bile from the social abyss.
Lives drawn and quartered, love is devoured;
Each cut from a craven, anonymous, coward.
We’re drowning in fear, afraid and unsure
Of the lies and perversions of truth we endure.

Alternative facts now define what is real,
Agendas dictate how we live, think and feel.
A barrage of sound bites, news feeds and notions,
Augmented to drive and incite our emotions.
We believe without question, act without care,
BOT media leads us, it’s happy to share.
Opening the doors to our needs and desires,
Feeding the profit and fueling the fires.
Insisting, coercing, conspicuous proof,
All tailored to bolster our personal truth.

We crave the connections, potential for wealth,
Virtual lives, virtual friends and virtual health.
Born again and constructed in cyberspace,
Our next evolution the cyber race.
It’s Pandora V2, her box is outdated,
Every possible outcome can now be conflated.
Energized with a like, controlled with a tap,
Motivated to act by one click in an App.
Living and loving, all senses demoted,
Preserving humanity’s been outvoted.

Why

Capture one thought then imagine a scene;
Flooded with meaning and moments unseen.
Soaring emotions, our sorrows and cares,
Revealing the secrets that everyone shares

There’s rhyme and there’s reason, a life to unfold,
Each part of the story deserves to be told.
The twisting and turning, the joy and the pain
Though each of us feel them, they’re never the same.

Unique observations, some false and some true;
Seeing the world from a new point of view.
Sharing a moment and knocking down fences,
A story can’t end unless it commences

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The Heart

Like ashes in a grate they lie;The dying hearts of men.Battered, bruised, twisted, burned,Extinguished remnants that failed to learnThat sure and steady as the beatThe path it treads is pure deceit.For one desire burns deep and true,Often hidden but always new,To place itself above all elseWith purposed cunning and utmost stealth.Feigned emotions, subtle ways,To be …

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Living on the edge

There’s a rain tapping on my window There’s a man knocking on my door There’s a phone ringing in the kitchen There’s a couple somewhere making love There’s a guilt crippling my friendships There’s a fear growing by the hour There’s a child longing for affection There’s a tongue ready to devour There’s a pain …

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