Installment 3 – Tomb Stone As A lonely Charm

part 3

the mis-use of machinery

it  is  the  trees  weeping

in  the  night  wind

the  mis-use  of  the  mind

turn  away

I have nothing to say

in all this darkness

everyone wins from

words that carry light

from the closed doors

of the mind

I have nothing to say

why don’t you just sit there

and   die

a little


waiting for some naive

child carrying the

crippled bird of yr love

to say the things you are

afraid to say & perhaps

in  a  millennium or two

you will begin to


that   naive   child 

was  you

and   you   murdered   him

in   the   darkness.

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