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A Smile

A smile, weak and frail
Beside the warmth that you've shown me
This smile will always pale
With times so good and times so bad
I've never felt so very sad
No time left, no time to kill
I never wrote my living will
I'll make it up to you someday
That's what I'd hope that I would say
If I were near you, away from the hail

Well, here's another first

Now before you go getting any ideas that this is a normal blog: stop. This is just somewhere I'm bouncing poetry at myself. I might bounce ideas for a story I'm writing around in here is well. Do not expect any regularity in posting whatsoever. It will occur at random as I write. (though the first few might be clumped as I have already written things) if this get's out onto the web at all, well, someone tell me, I'd like to know. All comments are appreciated. Now, you have a nice night, and read something please.

Lies of Desecration

Donald Trump and Forest Gump are politicians' lies
fed to you through glassy tubes
that go behind your eyes
they irritate, they subjugate
they turn you into drones
when you're dead they'll skin your corpse
and desecrate your bones
the lies they feed on innocents
mirrored in the smoke
they desecrate our liberty
and bleed us 'til we're broke