Mavro Poetry

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Thursday, October 12, 2006

Be Ignorant and Wise No to Christianity No to Islam No to all Religion. It divides and destroys. No man knows. No man has the truth. If they claim the truth as their own Beware them. Look beyond simple solutions Push the boundaries of thought. Don't believe that you have the answer How can you?... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 6, 2006

Brave Man Blair

Brave Man Blair. Brave man Blair sitting in his lair Hiding from the soldiers he’s sending nowhere Brave man Blair lurking in the dark Ordering the killing then walking in the park. Brave man Blair’s Christian culture Sells a country to the oil man vulture. Culture, culture west mans culture White... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 5, 2006

1977

the heart of the nation beat in the wrong direction in 1977 forgotten flags unfolded fluttered over streets avenues and crescents where peasants partied celebrating subject status with union jacks and beer johnny rotten spat 'god save the queen' at kids with springs in their boots and nappy pins... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 4, 2006

Religion

Be Ignorant and Wise No to Christianity No to Islam No to all Religion. It divides and destroys. No man knows. No man has the truth. If they claim the truth as their own Beware them. Look beyond simple solutions Push the boundaries of thought. Don't believe that you have the answer How can you?... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 3, 2006

Mavro Poetry

The Meeting. Beneath the dappled shade of this olive tree, We met. He lay on his back and was warm, But dead. A balding man motionless in the dust, Dirt clinging to a face contorted by fear. In this quiet place where insects dance In blades of light that slice the shade, He ran. He ran `till thunder... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

depression.

Indolence Magnetic mountains draw me near. `Come, come` they urge. But I am still Lost in fat comfort. Unshaven And wasting time, while Dad’s clock ticks, Its pendulum swinging me back. _ Dancing through the glades of youth we Picnicked on green lawns adorned with Colour from a thousand flowers When... Sign in to see full entry.

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