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05 Oct2015

My Life

Written by Winston Moctar. Posted in Uncategorized

My Life
Played in the key of (C)
Caught a bed out here in cold, trying to make it on my own
Just in the nick of time, though I qualified since I was nine,
Was warm and settled in for the night though I hadn’t eaten a bite
Place in time to find , I had so much on my mind

I don’t K… anymore, It’s my life, and it’s going my way
After all that is said, and done, I’m the only one that is left hanging around

Still I wonder what’s going on, why I find myself lying on the ground
Was it something that I said? I couldn’t get it through my head
You know I lost my bed out here in cold carrying all this over load,
Didn’t have a chance to find, any other peace of mind,
Why? am I lying here on broken ground, ground, ground, ground.

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A poem

01 May2015

Dear Earth

Written by Winston Moctar

I time,

Dear earth, of more, than turning mud, I adhere, while squat, and adlib, on you.

As if, Dear earth, you are mechanical. with gears. that grind, and gnash, i see,That have, no utility, than it's own, agenda, that turn, that will turn, on me. Mechanically, blindly Is, and performs as such. As if, I give, my meaning, to be ignored. And If, I moved, i drugg a trail, sifting and lifting, dry water. My one, and only, earth.