Poem of the Day — Fatal Mentality

by paturnerlee

Fatal Mentality


Cliff hung intrigue as casket sealed with pressure, tumbles in glory

No air withers the browned leaves, the whining screams of decay

Crushed into gravity ground, charged into new energies

Melting with the stars and beholding the beginning

Small time starters are blended in bruising tenderness

Close mind anger turned, trickling bounced illusions

Smashing glass releasing tension; scattered pretension

Expressing national revelation, global blindness, insular formality

Break down the contemporary tradition

Realise a regime of open hearted friendship

Hand in hand a broken habit

Goose stepped lunacy dealing desperation

Only together vibrating for appreciation


December 28th

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2014



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