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Feeling blue

the gloaming dusk

envelops

me

cloaking my every attempt

to twist and turn

and every intent to learn; opaquely.

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Feeling red

sky at night – Shepherd’s delight?

Or a rage deep inside – unevening.

Incandescent

but ever present and waiting,

waiting for the time to strike;

a clock

with fiery hands that yearn

to make this whole system

burn

eternally to the ground.

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Feeling green

mentally bilious

cognitively all at-sea

desensitised

to the obscene

filled with so many

thoughts, feelings and disinformation

but alas unable to scream

unable to tell what is real.

The propaganda machine vomits more lies…

“You’re ill. Do as you’re told and stop asking questions.”

With a punch, a jab

it puts to bed freedom’s dream.

You snooze, you lose.

Sickening to the extreme.

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Felt yellow

once upon a

sun beam

that cushioned joy of unmarshalled

mellow;

sun shining sweetly

summer breeze

vanilla ice cream

a happy, smiling, unbridled fellow until

The Neo Nightmare

becomes a novel series

out of

what was once

a magazine.

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