My blog, my poetry!

 Yes, I really should write one more entry completely by me with stuff only from me. Or, I overdo. 

#Poetry

Some examples of my beloved micro-poetry:

Financial Separation Laws

© Andre M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved

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Financial Separation Laws: Unspoken.

The freedom to choose with who we get along impaired & restricted.

To blame is our wishful thinking, but never the profiteers of said laws. 

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Financial Separation Laws: Unexplained.

Turning individual reasoning against the entire populace. Confuse & dominate.

To blame is our lack of money, as therapists & coaches insist money solves all.

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Financial Separation Laws: Unwanted.

The legitimacy stemming from the threat of no money without foul play.

To blame are those, who still want to fund their life, not the pay-cutters.

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Financial Separation Laws: Unbearable.

From start to finish making it impossible to live inborn rights at all. Ever.

An overpaid elite still pretending `us masses´ would in truth want it so.

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Financial Separation Laws: Unmasked.

The repressive regime motivated by keeping the elite overpaid for sure.

Another dilemma easily unleashed, but tricky to remedy and undo. True.

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And, another:

Beyond That Point Of No Return - Free Verse Experimental

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Beyond that point of no return,

Where lusts and loves are damned to burn

I stand, as wreckage of my former self

Stuck like an old book into another shelf

Time passes by, tears come and go again

Life now so bleak, once I was its great fan

Memories of torments from my own past

I still feel young, but yet aged damn fast

Beyond that point of no return,

Where only anguish and defeat remain

Our love once mutual, true, and radiant

Now? Just an altar of more lurking pain

The spirit of urges made one more stand

But, all within me longs for that final end

I do something exotic, suppressed a while

For, I simply focus life with a honest smile

Beyond that point of no return,

Where I had always to survive on my own

Abandoned by my friends and god alike

Yes, once it did make me despair and frown

But, deep within the indomitable remains

Unimpressed by all those scars and pains

Life will go on nonetheless, and so will I

Condemned, to attempt anew until I die

Beyond that point of no return,

Because time is the fire within which we burn!

And, once more with feeling:

On Friendship & Kinship

© Andre M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved

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On Friendship & Kinship

Easily ended by one 

Fixed only by two

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