lost in a pool of wild images

lost in a pool of wild images
televised on the inside
of closed eye lids

totaled amongst the ones
never to return
from the sleep of drugs

one is always on the rise
from dark sanction quarrel
to bright elevation

dare the next day then
fly the night with bright fish
sleeping in shoals

so many coming around
the rest will die
for a glimpse of white water

derelict and forlorn
there are no further say so
amongst the unborn

wish you better will roll
with the best of our time
till I time will no more

rectified and wronged
all at the same time
motion has no legal parent

deemed and sold for tears
at the final market
will give you no credit

there is only this I
this one brittle breeze
in the fickle ether

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-06-29 at 00:20

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You are the master :)

Those images of the past, the good and the bad, that come back to visit from time to time. :)
I love the title. It alone brings forth so many images.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Bob.