“Is there nothing more anybody can do”…

Please welcome Susan as my latest Guest Poet.

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To those who have partaken, thank you!

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“Across The Tracks”

Curled up in the dead of night,
The sense of sight is stripped away,

The distant train warns to make way.
Shaking the ground, invoking fright.

Under the bridge, they sleep tight.
Garden of hunger, the bodies unfold.

In vain they struggle to ward off the cold.
How I pray, hoping they will be all right.

In the gallows of volition the cages sing,
“Where will my next meal come from?”

Their home where the shadows skulk;
Gathering blankets and all I can bring,

Across the tracks to the slum –
A failed economy, presented in bulk.

“Although I want you, I’m not gonna make this”…

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It was a complicated life…
A complex web of white lies…
She wore multicolored masks…
As she hid in her disguise…
Looking for something special…
But she wasn’t sure what…
Yet forever wanting more…
Never happy with what she’d got…

With a head that wasn’t thinking…
And a heart that had malfunctioned…
She tossed and turned in vicious circles…
Surrounded by such dysfunction…
Stranded in the stratosphere…
All her promises disregarded…
Running away to another world…
Trying to finish what she started…

She waved the wand to ignite…
Hoping as she wove the spell…
That it would drive him crazy…
And place him in a love-struck cell…
She knew that he would catch it…
But still set fire to his soul…
Pushing him down a narrow path…
That sent him out of control…

It infused and it infected…
Like a tattoo etched on his skull…
And he couldn’t hold back…
From her invisible sexual pull
Falling headlong for her charms…
Captivated by her dark magic…
She tormented his weak soul…
Having effects so very tragic…

As it simply got too much…
He couldn’t take it anymore…
Lying Black, White and dead…
After he hit the concreate floor…
Now she holds on to every star…
Whilst burning in the sun’s rays…
As only in dreams can they dance…
Whilst her life grows darker by the day…

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Alternate version of co-write between myself and the talented Cate…