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Joyful

Burning tires
Shopping fires
Ashes dancing in the wind
The fruits of xenophobia
And lit hands that forgot God Lees voort “Joyful”

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Dolls…………….

This poem featured in my first poetry book ‘Tales From the Flow’. It is about a doll that is the last witness at the end of the world. It was inspired by the Book of Revelation and the song ‘This Corrosion’ by Sisters of Mercy. Lees voort “Dolls…………….”

#SleepingInCars

Sleeping in Cars
Sleeping in Cars

Sleeping in cars

A home is not broken
if you are sleeping in cars Lees voort “#SleepingInCars”

(not) whispering a lullaby

I made a video of one of my poems…

Are you brave enough to watch? Lees voort “(not) whispering a lullaby”

those empty-eyed boys

those empty-eyed boys
those empty-eyed boys

homeward bound after school the boy,
sighs,
around the corner
a gauntlet of fists
in his head, he lists
the things not said Lees voort “those empty-eyed boys”

Some Numbers Remain

some numbers remain
some numbers remain

I have forgotten how to count on,
all the promises
you have given me
I have forgotten the numbers Lees voort “Some Numbers Remain”

static wonders mesmerize

static wonders mesmerize
static wonders mesmerize

fill me with death fill me with sand fill me with everything you don’t understand fill me with pain let me be your grave Lees voort “static wonders mesmerize”

Whisper of an awakening…

Awakening

I made a video of one of my poems… Lees voort “Whisper of an awakening…”

Rise

Broken silences rain on concrete hearts
cracked walls still hold vigil Lees voort “Rise”

Out of my closet

Hello, I am wolfie. As you know a lot of people has to climb out of the closet and admit who they are. Some thin people wish they were overweight, and some overweight people wish they were thin. Some people call themselves fat. I have never seen a fat person in my life as fat is an ingredient. Lees voort “Out of my closet”

I never became

I could have been something
but I am glad I never became
I could have been a clone
in some god’s social experiment Lees voort “I never became”

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