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Raw Nerve
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Loves Honest Admission

A cryptic clue
Your mind
Keeps me guessing, depressing
Ain’t it
Sad that logic is illogical
Crazy that world
Your mind
That cryptic clue.

“It transpires,” I said, “that you are my love.”
“I am? Why? I can’t be?” you said.
Keeps me laughing, crying.
Ain’t it
Sad that caring is so careful.
I had struggled to emit those words
“You are because I do,” I said.
“Could it transpire that I am yours?”

A confused chasm
Your head
Keeps me down, drowning.
Ain’t it
Sad that fantasy’s reality's nightmare
Deceit in the vacuum
Your head
A confused chasm

Loves honest admission
Has screwed us apart at the heart.
Keeps me sighing, dying
Ain’t it
Sad that love can be unlovable
Tear torn with fear
It screwed us apart at the heart
Loves honest admission.

© Tim Rees

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Raw Nerve

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Shaping Thoughts Drifting

Your words are like shapes that have no form, a tangled web of injustice. You regurgitate experience upon layers of misperception. Align your truth with the poetry of a still soul. Madness is merely a perception of the abnormal. Is your perception of normal aligned with your truth? If I am mad then I am complete in my madness, pained with joy, happy in my sadness. Yet I believe in all our sanity, for aren’t even those who deal out death born unto humanity? Were they not once a child? I ask you to aspire. Seed your thoughts in your conscience. It is there you can listen to your truth.

© Tim Rees
Tim Rees

Poetical

Poetry is contemplating thoughts drifting on inspiration as imagination seeds in questions reaching like sightless tentacles for answers...

If you are a poet or an editor of a poetry rag and wish to discover an audience for your inspiration, contact the editor of this website. Should we feel your poetry or magazine deserves a dedicated feature page we will create the page and add it to the website for free. Feature pages of your work can also be purchased or we can link to your own website for a small fee. Prices for a simple text link will be around £100 per year, an image ad around £500 per year and individual feature pages created as part of the website will be around £1000 per year.

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