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In my absence I conveyed some of my poetry to Hullabaloo22 to publish on my behalf in the on-going collaborative project "Truth and Lies". I encourage you to check it out!

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Magma Bird

Oliver Vieri-Pignatelli

20_12_22

 

If I can't trust, then I can't love

After all I have seen and done.

 

If I can't love, then I can't fly -

Myself, I did murder. Can I ask why?

 

Counting the heads of ducks in a line...

With this life my soul is entwined.

 

Maybe what I think is wrong.

Maybe love is not gone.

 

Maybe it's rare - I'll always despair.

Maybe it's so - I care to know.

 

Perhaps to get rid of the shun

I might at myself fire a gun,

 

But if that hasn't yet occurred

Then time sped past somehow unheard

 

All of the fog in the murky trees

Besides the swamp, protected from breeze -

 

Those ones they call their enemies

Are my closest friends indeed.

 

The viscous sludge bubbles with mirth,

Spouts from its top a sludge not in dearth.

 

Comes back down, no suggestion of a frown,

Re-enters the cesspool to drown...

 

Merrily so, down did it go,

And watch did I from the shore;

 

I laughed vicariously

At something I'll never be

 

A free entity living its life

Unaffected by terror and strife

 

A noble soul guided to course 

One from which material is divorced.

 

Because nothing important is tangible

And thinking so makes ones' life Hell.

 

There is no objective fact -

What we call reality is knack.

 

Focus on the moment in time.

Make a nice-sounding rhyme.

 

Mix red with blue -

Discover new hues.

 

Reach out into the land;

Grime supports your stand -

 

Encouraging you forth

Like no person did before.

 

You will succeed

At whatever you believe.

 

Because nothing is real

Unless your mind makes a spiel

 

And drudgery is the norm

Of those unfortunately born

 

Into a time of shame and disgrace -

Into a grotesque rat race.

 

But back to the slimy cesspool

Where I reside - it's cool.

 

Don't judge me unless

You're willing to pass your own test.

 

It does not matter, for,

You, I do adore.

 

The attempts you stoically make

To prove what's real is fake...

 

When, laughing, I see

That's just meant to be -

 

Nothing is real or fake,

Except for your power intake.

 

You fight fierce Demons I don't know

And pity me as you thrash and throw

 

Into the molten flow.

The remnants of your salvation -

Desperate measures of accommodation.

 

I stop my laugh because it was not malicious -

Only a prodding at your weak attrition.

 

Until you realise your heart has arrested

I'll be waiting for you, calm and rested.

 

--oli '22


Submitted: December 20, 2022

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dewey green

Deadly ripper Oli!
Welcome back you magnificent bastard!
Happy Chrissy Mate!

Tue, December 20th, 2022 4:14am

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Cheers Dew
Thank you and MXmas2u2 brother

Mon, December 19th, 2022 9:57pm

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