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This is the most chilling book of poetry ever written in poetry, everything written here is the truth and describes what has really being going on in the last decade.
On earth, our planet and our home the news is always more gruesome, tales of war, torture and rape, humanity is fading away like a ghost on Christmas Eve.
This indie poet writes words so truthful they will tear at your heart and turn your brain to jelly, this is a very dark and deep piece of work that sits somewhere between fact and fiction, what is real and unknown, and what is poetry and prose.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
In this material world
We only see
What we really
Want to see
And that in turn
Is good enough
For you and me
But there is something there
Larger than life
It keeps this chaos
From overflowing
Keeps us united
Keeps us growing
And it shines out
So we don’t go astray
It is everything natural
Or supernatural
Physical and impossible
And night and all day
Just like a well packed cushion
Filled with life’s stuffing
The seams are tight and perfect
And keeps us on the inside
Protected
From all what lies on the outside
Indescribable to you and me
We don’t need to know
What we don’t want to know
And what is harmless
Is best left unsaid
And what is out there
Is best put to bed
And our curious minds
Are burnt by the flame
Of the bedside candle light
So the seamstress made us a bed
And a place of protection
She keeps us from harm
She feeds us and cares for us
And with timeless charm
She places a shield between us
And what could be
When the world is uncovered
To be not at all pretty
And the lambs are all wolves
And the doves are all vultures
The monkeys are monstrous
And we are fools blinded by time
Somewhere and somehow
The seamstress has encased humanity
In a room that us humans
Can never see
The builder with his wise hands
Built the base of this seven sided room
Crazy paving from an astute mind
Then the carpenter carved away
Using the finest wood
Donated by Mother Nature
All three protectors
Worked hand in hand
Building an impossible room
In a far off land
Hidden from the curious
A safe haven for all below
In the middle of this room
A pedestal of Greek proportions
Holding delicately
And so securely
Everything that is humanity
And everything she knows
The only way to enter this room
Is by way of the seven mirrors
That surrounds and encases
Our pride and joy
Every mirror has a shadow
One seventh of a demon
That in whole
Could destroy all of humanity
But the guardians in the room
Have faith in us humans
Betting their work on us moral souls
So in a faraway land
Humanity is protected
Surrounded by seven shadows
Incarcerated in time
So there stands a haven
To the essence of life
So there stands a prison
To the destroyers of life
A complex puzzle
The seamstress believes cannot be solved
Humanity will survive
And humanity will evolve
The seamstress did not see
Any way she could be betrayed
She was positive and confident
In the choices she has made
Adamant her plan would survive time
Not knowing what would come
Through decadence and crime
As stiches are made
They can easily come undone
As light shines into mirrors
Sending shadows to corners
Where they are left unwatched
And are left to play
Organizing themselves
For the end of days.