The shortness of infinity
My heart is beating;
My mind is fleeting;
My life is depleting.
Dying Moons
Released to the world
In infant immaturity
Forced to live in a greedy world
Taken from freedom
Forced behind bars
Crushing cages
Braking bones
Bending wills
Lopping limbs
Taking Saws to claws
Pliers to teeth
In agony pain
So far from natural bliss
All to fill a jug of Bile
It’s all worth it, to put a bear in exile
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Will Cameron
Drifting along in his watery grave
body limp and starting to fray
A frantic tug from a concerned lover
the gentle swirl of the calm river
Head askew, lolling to the side
submitting to the endless pull of the tide
Glazed over eyes, abandoned by life
staring with unconcealed confusion and fright
A dozen chicks crowding round
not wanting to leave - the awful sound
pull and tug, they try to wake
never accepting the inevitable fate
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Will Cameron
Bounding & Pounding
Lolloping along in a graceful way
Feelings awry, she just wants to play
Not giving a damn for what they all say
But that’s just the way she likes to play
Bounding and pounding, hither and thither
Life’s just a game, to be played in the rain
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Will Cameron
They look after us.
A complex web
Of Disease and disguise
Controlling our senses
Controlling our eyes
Infiltrating souls
Demoting lives
Platonic lies
Along with our demonic our lives
All to try and make sure
We survive
Although to die
Would be the real way
To survive
Watching with beetle eyes
To preserve out freedorm
To keep our lives
Although the only way to be free
Is to die
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Will Cameron
In a time of need…
The darkness swallows me whole
Polluting my insides, controlling my soul
Spitting out tears, in un-forgetable anger
Everything in agony, you fear your head’ll explode
Death seems like an opportunity, to put ones head to rest
But never fear, for sometime you’ll be in the clear
But ‘till that comes, don’t despair, death is always there.
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Will Cameron
It was “love” that night
You inject your poison with a kiss, from gentle satin lips.
Numb my brain with a sensual wish.
A gentle swish, with a pair of curvy hips.
Eyes enraptured, I’m all bewitched;
Bewitched.
Like a lamb to the slaughter, I follow in a daze.
Electricity crackling, with every accolade.
It was devastation don’t be a miss.
A Symphony of pure erotic bliss;
Erotic Bliss
Lips touching, tongues caressing.
Intimacy wasted, in the lust of the moment.
Bodies rubbing, in a sweaty frenzy.
Hips moving in time, like a surreal Samba.
Groans being shared, like tuppence wares.
Then a final arched back;
In an ill-forgotten manner.
Then just a lingering smell of affection.
A smell of “love”.
Still there in the solitary morning;
“Love”
Life in death
I dug a grave today.
It wasn’t very big;
It wasn’t very deep;
But it was made to put a beautiful beast to sleep.
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Will Cameron
Now I’ve Gone
While I walk through the fields, all Golden & Green
I think to myself my life was very mean.
I didn’t try to be a fiend, but maybe that’s just what it seemed.
While all they did was be obscene and mean.
Mostly because I was clean, and had a dream.
But I know when I’ve been and gone,
I’ll be the one who’s big and strong;
While they’re just starting to realize they where wrong.
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Will Cameron
Slashing Majesty
Glinting eyes; full of anger.
A majestic sight, as he shows his wings
The dull ‘swoosh’, as he plummets from his spire.
Shiny talons, sharp as fire.
A loud splash as he claims his prize.
Another powerful beat and he’s back in the sky.
A triumphant ‘Clack’, with a devilish beak.
The horrific tear, as he eats his meat
And then the beautiful rain glinting in the sun.
A rain of scales falling down from the sky.
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Will Cameron
Alice In Wonderland
Latin for “out of the mind”
“de mentis” might sound so unkind.
Should it make you feel weak;
or unwilling to speak;
care not, the words will unwind.
Malady as old as the hills,
not bettered or undone by pills,
you may curse out loud,
and shout round and round,
the ear is all that it fills.
So: have body and brain gone to war?
I doubt it, but I’m really not sure.
I hold on to hope, indeed hope, hold and cling
in case Lady Fortune will come on and sing.
“Dementia”, the letters number eight
the amount that occurs in “to create”,
‘tis something to hum as the listener goes numb,
Alice’s rabbit, is late for an oh-so-important date!
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Will Cameron
Deception
Reality is out of your mind;
It really is quite unkind.
Although it might seem contrary;
it’s never too disiplinary.
This might seem a little abstract;
but it’s really not meant to distract.
You may find it wacky;
but it’s really just a little batty.
Should you feel unhappy or sappy;
just remember, it’s only, reality!
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Will Cameron
