Lonely


single-tree

All great and precious

things are lonely

solitary beings

alone

In quiet solitude

they linger there

watching silently

lonely

Spending ancient years

apart and separate

unknown depths

solitary

Lonely things these

that are always

great and

precious

Escape


escape

My life is spent in one

long effort to escape from

the commonplaces of

existence

Seeking constantly the varied

blissful points of being

in the outer edges of

reality

Never ending struggle to find

things outside of the common

freshening up the minds

corners

Commonplaces of existence

long efforts to escape

how my life is

spent

Art


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Art in the blood

is liable to take

the strangest

forms

Coursing through the veins

different for each one

forms become

strange

Each outlet expressed differently

from each artist’s mind

every one

exposed

Genius madman either one

liable to take strangest forms

art in

blood

Angels


angels

I may be on the side

of the angels

but don’t for one

second

think that I am

one

of them

Angels are a real rarity

in this world

even more so in

us

who pretend to be

something

quite different

Because one does some good

don’t think that

in corners of their

soul

they are ever anything

more

than devils

Don’t for one second think

regardless of side

that they are indeed

angels

or for that matter

one

of them

Truth


truth

Any truth

is better than

infinite doubt

Knowing is

always better than

the supposed

Facts are

infinitely more comforting

than worry

Reality can

calm the mind

over fear

Infinite doubt

is far worse

than truth

Jealousy


Jealousy

Jealousy

is a strange transformer

of characters

Turning

the seemingly kindest

into monsters

Twisting

friendships long held

until destroyed

Causing

no end of drama

flowing constantly

Strange

transformer of characters

this jealousy

Little


thelittlethings

The little things are

infinitely

the most

important

Overlooked

taken for granted

unnoticed

often forgotten

Existing for only

the briefest of time

seemingly

insignificant

The wish I had’s

or could have done’s

what we want most

when they’re gone

In the end

little things

are infinitely

the most important

Stranger


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Life is infinitely stranger

than anything which the mind

of man could invent

infinitely stranger

Horrors worries wonders

the mind can create

but life in all its glory

is infinitely stranger

Some seen some unseen

yet still there

slowly creeping by

gone at warp speed

Light or dark places

where the mind is not

life is infinitely

stranger

Imagination


horror

Where this is no

imagination

there is no

horror

For it is the things

imagined

that bring the most

terror

Those that dwell in

imagination

dark corners hidden spaces

of the mind

Horror in complete

reality

truly ever exists only in

imagination

Lunatics


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There are always

some lunatics about

not very far away

either

Those that walk

beside us

in front or behind us

about

Lunatics

inside us

concealed yet let out

always some

Keeping us entertained

somewhat crazy

it would be a dull world

without them

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