POETRY OF 5 III

Just verse today.

7 stone word muddle broken noise

They say she had a heart of stone

They misperceived, it was actually broken

The muddle of the noise set the tone

A kind word healed as it was spoken

 

8 heart apple battery psychiatrist between

In matters of the heart, the psychiatrist is a has been

It merely needs a charge, it is the battery of life

It lies between reason and emotion, not at the seat of chagrin

Like an apple it will one day be ripe

Time is the architect, let life begin

 

9 penultimate lace paradox bastard syllable

When in the penultimate chapter of life

Don’t let the paradox of existence increase your strife

Don’t let the lace of reality allow bastard screams

Let no one know a syllable of your dreams

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