Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Friday, 4 August 2017

I am crazy

I am crazy, I cannot adjust
to the crowd, even one say I must.
I am crazy, and it is quite clear
one considers me to be quite dear.

In the multitude, being as one,
it is clear that the crazy is gone.
And I take in that being no part:
Recognition I want by my art.

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The poem was corrected August the 4th 2017 at 08:38.
This poem is presented on the blog hop of dVerse | here |.

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

The craw

The thing about the silly craw
is that is has a certain claw,
and beak, by which the kill gets up,
transformed from being in the cup.

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To be

If being won is wanted not,
it cannot be a being got.
The being, then, must say to you,
I never was your thing to do.

The being, then, is not your way
and is no turn from night to day.
So, in the end of life one will
a being win which is a thrill.

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