Have wept the whole night,
Have shed the saddest tears of life...
Fires can burn and destruction be caused
But the lonely lives will not be endorsed...
In a game of monopoly, where the vast majority
Are scheming, screaming, b! tching for perfection...
There she lay in a pool of blood,
Speared and maimed...
It started out as a diet
To lose a few kilos...
Wind chimes sneaking over the terrace,
creaking parasols mourning the change of season...
Running in the dark
trying to run away...
You catch me in your sentences and imprison me...
What's the opposite of ego...
Possessions
By Mark Spencer...
Daily news
lies and pain...
The wars are still around us
Soldiers fight on soil...
Old pictures
Laying on my desk...