Their minds are a paradox,
A riddle too complex to solve.
Their thoughts like a labyrinth,
A maze of madness that evolves.
They walk among us, hidden in plain sight,
A puzzle to be deciphered, a mystery to unfold.
For they are the sane mad men,
Whose stories are waiting to be told.
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The captain, withered and old, was trapped in his house
Missing the sea, like old captains do.
Suddenly,
An earthquake shook the land, and he believed
He was back in the ocean, and a wave had broken
His ship.
The old captain went out to the streets
Shouting at his crew i.e. the passing pedestrians
To shape up.
Though cars zoomed past, he walked on
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ARTIST
They shone daring green avocado
in dark adverse period swearing
guilt ridden heart vanquished free
sacral scrubbed pink and ready
plumed serpent in magnificent bloom
with candles God watched supreme
from blue misty mountain clean
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Alone he sits in his padded cell,
All alone in his private hell.
All alone in that padded cell,
His own personal place in hell.
There is no window; no door,
All he can do is pace the floor.
No control over day or night,
The unseen warder controls the light.
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Forty-seven firms, forty-seven chains
Life's meandering march above supreme
Sing, O Bondage, sing, for Ramen invest
Golden rags deferred, anthem of regime.
Praise be to wield, ye quarterly delights,
stamping through the ticker-reel of dreams
metric hymn of man who sells the air, your sun
stop destroying those knees, more lectures forevermore
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Forty-seven firms, forty-seven chains
Life's meandering march above supreme
Sing, O Bondage, sing, for Ramen invest
Golden rags deferred, anthem of regime.
Praise be to wield, ye quarterly delights,
stamping through the ticker-reel of dreams
metric hymn of man who sells the air, your sun
stop destroying those knees, more lectures forevermore
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A golden tower rises,
not from merit,but illusion.
He speaks,and the crowd sways,
not from wisdom,but spectacle.
Facts bruise his ego,
so they are cast aside
like leaves in a storm
of self-declared greatness.
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He stood at the podium,
a storm wrapped in a suit,
spitting slogans like bullets
into the open wound of a nation.
Truth became a hostage.
Facts were bent,then broken.
History shook in its boots
as deceny was dragged from the room,
one tweet at a time.
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ARTIST
They shone daring green avocado
in dark adverse period swearing
guilt ridden heart vanquished free
sacral scrubbed pink and ready
plumed serpent in magnificent bloom
with candles God watched supreme
from blue misty mountain clean
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Die Sonne steht schräg,
wirft Schatten auf das Unkraut,
das sich nicht mehr unterscheiden lässt
vom Gewollten.
Barfuß stolpere ich über Wurzeln,
die niemand gepflanzt hat,
und lache über Blüten,
die nach Nichts duften.
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