Thoughts.
Flows & Streams.
Dreams & Nightmares.
Cares & Don't Cares.
Money Can Never Go Broke.
Smoke Cancer Until The Poisons Of Drunken Cause Ulcer.
Simpler, Means: Not Having Much? Or Does It Simply Mean, Peace?
Release Of A Writer Who Won't Talk Much.
Clutch The Higher Hope Instead Of Moping On Along Back 2 The Dope.
Soap On A Bed, Trying 2 Add A Extra Bit Of Peace 2 All Those Already Dead.
Scared Tempers Empires.
Waters, Only Pure, Gush On Out All Nearer Floodgates.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2022 10:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Just Trying 2 Trigger Any & All Positivities Elsewhere.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 11
- Users favorite of this poem: Dahlia
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Comments4
well done poet
Dahlia
Thanks, Kindly. Overabundances Of Peace & Blessings.
I love this poem!
2 Glad 2 Hear It. You've Made My Day. Bless U, Truly
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