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M Genth

M Genth

Struggling world

less traveled path

It was the bloods and the creeps
As I needed it all on the arm
The world struggling to harm
That ethereal nature deep inside
By monetizing every inch of it.
 
I stood up and fought on strange terms.

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Autres oeuvres par M Genth...
Willow bent

My Old Flame, It would never remember its name, Cold days of no light in sight Surrounded and pictured as Lesoth… In this cold day I still stand un…
slavery whithout the beneficts

The slithery or the pussy, the rea… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, namely an argument o…
Art is life

Hollywood is it a place of collect… I say it is our time machine, And without it we would fall in a… Civilization stumbling before the… And we all will perish, by storm o…
Dressed with the sun

People love being ordered, Presby… Glorified work of Protestants in… People are an interesting field of… Just maybe, cause... we are people… An alligator swings the Nile’s de…
Stellar Diagram

When the Hersprung Russell diagra… Presents itself to me, I want to drink upon celestial cor… So I seek type B0 Stars Blue giants like Rigel
slavery whithout the benefits

The slytherin or the pussy, the re… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, that’s an argument o…
Bloomsbury Deviance

Reading about the Bloomsbury grou… Considering the great admiration… Sensing some kind of liaison to K… Their meetings, other participants… The Four Quartets repeatedly hear…
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Better to have fucked it all

I rather not smoke for obvious rea… One’s change in response of eviden… And the rat goes insensate underwa… With the nerves flourishing at nig… The vision fierce with expression…
Beauty stands untouched

I recall some lullaby’s cadence I could one day remember some. For I, being heartless, was once… I heard my mother sing in/out of t… With moderate contempt, strangely…
Pretending @ May

So many masks to bear testimony, Farces played so often, veils of t… Silks and brocades on orchards so… Some although still refuse to be p… Some broken in so many micro fract…
Non existent tootling canes

It is a morning fuckarou Dissipating waves/particles Dissipating waves/particles Persistent don’t dare to/do Persistent inconsistent.
The pain is mine, not else's

Somethings perceived you when you… Fact only reverberating in you so… To see the young girls of Maria M… Why don’t know from who are writin… But that Xangô says it is an impo…
Ecliptic plane, humane obliquity

The second waltz, Dmitri Shostako… A montage, all assertions from art From Luchino’s Gatopardo to Joe… Maybe I should be using a world a… A plane made of fractals, Godel’s…
Have you noticed the growth of yellow lines?

Words are just painted impressions And the world has taught us how They go astray and turn, or still. We stand upon this tainted hill Of diverted intent and call it his…
I Lie my Sorrows

I lie with no intent, I lie my so… Tomorrows not dawned, dusks without nights I lie for being pawned I lie for pity of lost witty,



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