David Joergensen Poems

Raven raven,
upon the sky,
I'd wish this world had room for you and I.
These black hearts, these lost souls,
...

Darkness creeps in,
It covers the walls,
floods the floor,
It Climbs my chair,
...

I.
White-noise symphonies bombard the minds of the intoxicated conform patriarchs of 'The Free World'.
An ill warning.
A dropp of sweat.
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Back to ground zero,
Go back now fallen hero.
Back to where you were born,
Back to the place where the line was drawn.
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Brothers of the sky...
Don't look back,
just move on,
The clouds are the last border to cross,
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