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  • the bad news
  • the briefs
  • the verse
  • the view
  • the words
  • the man
{poetry}

Stars


​What joy is lost

What can be found
In these new places
Most unsound

This permanent
Uncertain mix
A few cheap laughs
And tired tricks

An empty screen
That's filled with light
A buried star
Is same as night

I miss the dream
That was to come
The joy that we
Agreed was dumb

But in the place
Of shiny lies
There's nothing left
Of heaven's guise

The memory
We kept inside
Of when we cared
So much we lied

What joy is left
That's not a jeer
When there is nothing
We don't fear

When fear is tight
As skin surrounds
We can't remember
Clear blue sounds

What the evening
Sounded like
When wind performed
Without a mic

What came to us
Upon the breeze
To tell us all
That heaven sees

I miss the joy
That never leaves
That's all around
That never grieves

I don't believe
The joy is gone
But what we see
Is painted on

And what we hear
Is never wind
Just Cheshire cats
Who've never grinned

A joke so bleak
You laugh instead
Because the joy
Inside is dead

I look for joy
That's lost to me
And know it's nowhere
I can see

Because the sky
Is made of new
And emptied of
The precious few

In darkest night
That light paint mars
Underneath it
Are the stars

And joy is there
For none to see
But just the wind

That hears through me
9/22/2016
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