A Bouquet Of Carcasses

A Bouquet Of Carcasses

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I must truly, really love you

I know how much roses mean to you

They are the best sign of love there is

So, I will empty my wallet

And you will get the carcasses you love

Just remember that they DID die for you

© Poem – VII/XXXI/MMXXIII

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Only One

Only One

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I cannot believe it

How could they be so stupid

It was always going to happen

Everyone knew it just had to

It may have been silly to think so

But there was always hope

Maybe the old men would quit yelling

Threatening each other over nothing

The thing was no one would stop and think

They had no idea what would happen

Or maybe it was they just didn’t care

Either way only one is left to remember

Only one is left to worry about the Human race

Only one left to mourn

© Poem – VII/XXVII/MMXXIII

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A New Insanity

A New Insanity

by Lord R.e. Taylor

So many thoughts at the same time

Terrifying and confusing

They never began and never will stop

A new kind of insanity

One which may never be cured

© Poem – VII/XXVI/MMXXIII

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You

You

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I have known you forever

Our lives became one life

My heart is only yours

Well beyond my last breath

I will always love you

© Poem – VII/XXV/MMXXIII

LRET

 

Fantasia

Fantasia

by Lord R.e. Taylor

A vicious war ruled the world

Many movies were just propaganda

Telling the world what to think or feel

One movie never used a single word

Yet its eight stories were told

Everyone knew what was happening

And what the artists intended

True, Fantasia did not grow as intended

Changing its vision every few years

It took nearly sixty years to return

And the power of musical stories remained

© Poem – VII/XXIII/MMXXIII

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Haight-Ashbury

Haight-Ashbury

by Lord R.e. Taylor

They were magical moments

Just knowing where you were

Feeling the history all around you

The voices of Jim, Janis, and Jimi

Still echo through the streets

Coming from shops where they lived

As long as Haight-Ashbury exist

Their footsteps will still be heard

Leading a generation which will never die

© Poem – VII/XVII/MMXXIII

LRET

 

Too Much

Too Much

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Way too many people

Too much noise

Everything too close

Sadly, I need room

VII/XIV/MMXXIII

LRET