Cries from the Tinted Glass

…Unheard voices

Unseen protests…

…Idle movements

Progressing torments…

…Bolted doors

Bloody floors…

…Damaged throats

Crippled toes…

…Canceled hearings

For THEM no bearing…

…Where are we heading?

Where is this leading?

To NOWHERE.

To nowhere?

Alas.

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Il y a la raison pour tout

A lace in a shoe,

a tea in a cup.

A smile in a blue,

a cherry on top.

A bee in a hive,

a tear in a drop.

A four in a five,

a piece in a crop.

A snail on a sand,

a stain on a floor.

A foot in a stand,

a lock in a door.

A crumb of a bread,

a screw in a toy.

A strand of a thread,

a life of a boy.

A breathe of a you,

a life from above.

A blow that is not,

for reason– there is bunch!

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En route to Eternity

I take the long road…

The long road that leads to nowhere…

To nowhere that I know not of seeking…

Of seeking the right path for my purpose…

For my purpose in my being, in my existence…

In my existence that is but ceaseless and contained.

And…

There was You.

You who have been waiting in the middle of the road…

The road I am traversing.

All along… There was You.

There was You I have neglected.

I have neglected.

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