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The Hot Mess of this world

has seeped like indigo behind my eyes,

scattered losses step on me;

jackboots pound my memories.

Sighs no longer help,

shrugged shoulders and “Awe, hell”

pile like cobwebs of lead in the hall of myself.

All the bells and whistles of glitz

pale in the wish to return,

with rag and polish, to restore a luster

to past blunders;

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The Hot Mess of This World

Contributed by invierno on Monday, 3rd April 2017 @ 02:43:46 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract

The Hot Mess of this world

has seeped like indigo behind my eyes,

scattered losses step on me;

jackboots pound my memories.

Sighs no longer help,

shrugged shoulders and “Awe, hell”

pile like cobwebs of lead in the hall of myself.

All the bells and whistles of glitz

pale in the wish to return,

with rag and polish, to restore a luster

to past blunders;

cool the Hot Mess I swim in with all the world.

Copyright Â© invierno ... [ 2017-04-03 02:43:46]
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Re: The Hot Mess of This World (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Monday, 3rd April 2017 @ 09:15:45 AM AEST
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Yes sir. I have been known to be seen with some hot messes myself....... lol
The last stanza says it all......... one wipe of a cloth and we are ready to roll once again. Nice!!!!!!!!!!

James

Re: The Hot Mess of This World (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Wednesday, 5th April 2017 @ 06:49:09 PM AEST
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Oppression weighs down our spirit. Bad memories are so heavy on our shoulders.
Unless we be crushed by the burdens we cannot right..we must embrace our history as the catalyst that made us strong enough to go on.
This lovely poem speaks to the sheer weight of our history haunting our present. We do not deserve to re-invite the past to wipe its boots upon us.
softerware

Re: The Hot Mess of This World (User Rating: 1 )
by irisblue on Monday, 1st May 2017 @ 08:19:45 PM AEST
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Michael

I could relate to this write more than you know. Brilliantly expressed from me a walking hot mess. .....

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