As I rest on this weary bed of thorns

I see another dish being served

I wonder, is it quite poetic

The thoughts that tally the aura

 I lay in bed thinking of life on a screen

Played for me perfectly

The thorns now begin to move

The thoughts are consumed and I lay

Pitiful yesterday sentiments

Forlorn

The war of the roses,

A battle ground between lovers.

A dual between

Concern and duty.

Freedom,

A question mark rotating.

The long-haired identity,

Seeking out friends,

Cyclops comrades.

As if hair won battles,

And cheekiness won medals.

Honour amongst messengers!

A simple taste they say

Delving in complicity

A brush with the darkness

These people aren’t so different

Their ways maybe worn

But their hearts are like automobiles

The sky is as shiny as before

Walkers have a glint in their eye

We are all going somewhere

I lost my life in autumn

Somewhere amongst the amber leaves

I lost my breath in autumn

Somewhere amidst the trees

I left my soul in autumn

A final dance of colour

I left my mind in autumn

In a mid-season shower

The broken flowers of autumn

Left me naked and cold

The midwinter breeze of autumn

Left me dreary and old

Autumn the third season

Breaking waves of a melody

Autumn as good as it gets

A new age parody

Outside the fish pool

Is a world ever-changing

A struggle or pleasure

The joys of which are not always expressed

A journey is necessary

Incense fills smoky rooms

A rod like a slither of glass, placed in the brain

A bell ushers activity from everywhere

A wake up call

Bare feet children hammer the floor

As they express their tastes

Dictating their environment

In a structure

That did not consult them

All seeing all knowing the tree of knowledge exposed

The root of all madness

Knowledge without explanation

There is no cure

Cure is only for disease

And the symptoms no longer exist

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