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Grey Matter Melody
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Mr. Spacey
2018-10-02 22:26:14 UTC
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Grey Matter Melody

Tomorrow receives
the roots
to these moments.

Your eyes
are closed now
to my soul.

Newspapers and radios
report
and they tell me
where your head is at.

I'm shooting
for between the eyes
fighting a dread
of a dismal future.

By Mr. Spacey
Will Dockery
2018-10-03 08:21:33 UTC
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One of your best poems, Spacey.

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Will Dockery
2018-10-03 12:55:24 UTC
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One of your best poems, Mr. Spacey.

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Brainiac Five
2018-10-03 22:51:00 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
One of your best poems, Mr. Spacey.
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Thanks.........
Brainiac Five
2018-10-14 03:14:45 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
One of your best poems, Mr. Spacey.
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Thank Yuh...
Slick Rick Spacely
2018-10-15 23:33:07 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
One of your best poems, Mr. Spacey.
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Thank yuh Dock........................
George J. Dance
2018-10-04 09:50:09 UTC
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Post by Mr. Spacey
Grey Matter Melody
Tomorrow receives
the roots
to these moments.
Your eyes
are closed now
to my soul.
Newspapers and radios
report
and they tell me
where your head is at.
I'm shooting
for between the eyes
fighting a dread
of a dismal future.
By Mr. Spacey
Very sad - the subject, not the poem. The poem is nice. There's enough ambiguity, with lines like "your eyes are closed," and "I'm shooting" etc., to get the reader involved, trying to figure out what happened.

It reminds a bit me of Robert Morpheal (you'll see his work over on alt.arts.poetry.urban, and a few other groups - he was driven off aapc long ago.).
h***@gmail.com
2018-10-04 10:09:49 UTC
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Was the poor man driven crazy?
My memory's a bit hazy.
Was he driven in a hearse?
Was it driving in reverse?
Will Dockery
2018-10-04 23:12:59 UTC
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Agreed, the method and movement of the poem works well.
Will Dockery
2018-10-05 19:30:29 UTC
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Agreed, George... and looking forward to those new poems Zod hinted at having written, recently.
Mr. Spacey
2018-10-10 06:24:57 UTC
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Post by Mr. Spacey
Grey Matter Melody
Tomorrow receives
the roots
to these moments.
Your eyes
are closed now
to my soul.
Newspapers and radios
report
and they tell me
where your head is at.
I'm shooting
for between the eyes
fighting a dread
of a dismal future.
By Mr. Spacey
Thank for the kindness to my poems...………...
Will Dockery
2018-10-14 12:32:58 UTC
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Yes, at least here we archive The poetry for future generations to discover and enjoy.

:)
General Zod
2018-10-21 06:41:30 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Yes, at least here we archive The poetry for future generations to discover and enjoy.
:)
I know right...………..
Mr. Spacey
2018-10-15 06:11:24 UTC
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Post by Mr. Spacey
Grey Matter Melody
Tomorrow receives
the roots
to these moments.
Your eyes
are closed now
to my soul.
Newspapers and radios
report
and they tell me
where your head is at.
I'm shooting
for between the eyes
fighting a dread
of a dismal future.
By Mr. Spacey
Keeping the words on the top shelf.....
Will Dockery
2018-10-19 04:49:09 UTC
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One of your better poems, Zod.

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Will Dockery
2018-10-22 03:23:55 UTC
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Damn right, old son.

Now keep the poetry rolling out...

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General Zod
2018-10-23 05:48:46 UTC
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Post by Mr. Spacey
Grey Matter Melody
Tomorrow receives
the roots
to these moments.
Your eyes
are closed now
to my soul.
Newspapers and radios
report
and they tell me
where your head is at.
I'm shooting
for between the eyes
fighting a dread
of a dismal future.
By Mr. Spacey
Thanks for reading …………………….
Will Dockery
2018-10-24 04:04:23 UTC
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Likewise, Zod.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2018-10-24 11:42:50 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Likewise, Zod.
Slurpback.
Will Dockery
2018-10-24 17:21:08 UTC
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Slobber on, Pendragon.

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