Tue, 07/11/2017 - 15:39 -- yapa

Let me tell you the folklore of the hardcore

Who crystallised 7th neuron into majestic bilinear

Stood transfixed at the centre of death's voyeur

Admitted to institution of fool's theatre


Silver strings created relations

To change the pre-determined destination

Tried & deflected diversion

Dived in reservoir of random alteration

Came face to face with 2 headed premonition

Shadow of leech haunted each generation


Reserved membership of development

Dissolved in solution of sentiment

Low yield is the salary of samaritan

time to mutilate & stitch the physician

To grab hold of poisonous Gorgonian


Impulse fired from empty holster

Self destruction disguised as driver

Rider of immolation on trail of anger

Unequal algorithm of unlicensed publisher


Runner of words,shook

Straight outta mouth of crook

Left blank in dictionary life

Cut open with knife

And see we all bleed the same

Hate and you'll die without knowing

The size of your bedframe

Poetry Slam: 
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My family
Our world


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