HER MAJESTY
Hello Reader,
Sleep left me alone on my own again...
my heart is burning
there is no water to quench its fire
I thought it was already burnt
but it started to flame up all of a sudden raging.
Although, I am very prepared for this cliche
pain left the house
because I became the pain so lame in rein
firecrackers pop and her majesty watch over me
in my diy prison
white light washes over me
like a fresh taste of freshly opened beer
in poverties dream grandeur
golden age is yet to be born.
King H. Ironson
lame chains of reality
broke piece by piece
as the words I utter in my poems crack
the lack in the track
that we call life
these days!
King H. Ironson
listen to the words in the wind
under a moonspell night
where curse of your love
spells out damn your love
damn your light
even though I shine with love
inside out!
fyi chains were already broken!
only you are not aware
brace for impact
in your life intact
that you insist to act
King H. Ironson
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