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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Agree to Disagree.”

Tenuous but this is what my mind came up with.

Moments

 By Scott Bailey © 2015

The world clashes with me
Or I with it
Its movie reel passes before me
And I watch
Observe
But I am not of it
Occasionally
I brushes me
Pricks me
Interrupts my view
My observations
And the things I should enjoy
I don’t
Until I can observe them
Again one day
My moments pass
Slipping
I can never seem
To be in them

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Moments

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Heavy Hands

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Heavy Hands

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The blood of a million children
Is heavy in my hands
Slipping through my fingers
Like eternal sands
Not the consequence of acting
But the consequence of not
A stain upon my conscience
And ever-growing blot
So I consume and I create
And so I spend and save
Consumer and producer
But I never gave
The hand that should have proffered
Is stained with guilty red
The reproaching cry from beyond
Of the wasted dead
So my heart is heavy
With echoes of that cry
If you believe of guilt you’re free
Look me in the eye

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Autumn

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Autumn

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Autumn is the fire
That leaves us dark and cold
Watching all our dreams
Burn in red and gold
Closing up our houses
Sealing up each door
Skeletons branch out
As death bedecks the floor
So hideaway the grain
Shut up all the stores
Be frugal with your food
As the autumn fire roars
For soon will come the snow
And the biting winter frost
And the long dark nights of cold
Where hope and warmth are lost
So quicken please the fire
That leaves us in the cold
Hurry please the spring
That starts this wheel so old
This was as a part of a collaboration project which you can find here

http://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2014/09/05/autumn-calling-collaboration-bring-in-your-colours-with-fall/

 

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Breakdown

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By Scott Bailey © 2016

I’m having a breakdown
Pieces of me
falling away
Nail hammered
Into my skull
Nail hammered
Into the lid
Of the final bed
I’m having a breakdown

Come on in
Join in the fun
Let’s fly
The quivering eyes
Give rise to the sight
Slipping away from me
Come on in

Rage,
Rage,
Rage
Nothing but rage
At my age to much
To see
You see
Rage

I’m having a breakdown
Come on in
Rage, rage, rage.

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