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bImaginary or Real?

An imaginary place
Or state.....in which
Conditions of life
Are extremely bad
Terror are
The science fiction
Of dystopia
With Words
That spill
Might one assume
It is imaginary
Or real?
Barry A. Lanier




Lord, at times so imprisoned
And for my time served maybe
I'm ready to be set free
Yearning to be home with my Father
Where I've always known
There's a big room waiting on me
For my time served in this prison
Have been content now I know
My purpose in this existence
Was to get out daily and sow
While it has been such an honor
Most of the times it was alone
Praying you'll give me reprieve
Time for me to now go home
However until that sweet time
Hold me in your hands as I pray
Promising I'll continue my sowing
Dreaming of that winsome day
Barry A. Lanier



bIn Me You'll Find

Nightmares that scare
Terrorist without care
Creator of all fears
Destroy all you hold dear

Insane killers lurking
Mass slaughter while smurking
Phone taps, computer hacks
Frail bodies tortured black

A dishonest politician
Inhumane living conditions
The neighbor next door
Hustling adolescent whores

Enemy of the state
One all love to hate
Finding me every night
Yes, Channel 6, so right
Barry A. Lanier



bInspecting Myself

I don't know what this is all about.
when you start turning fifty?
Lying in bed at night to rest, yet
lately all I do is inspect myself.
Scratching my leg in bed last night,
feeling an itchy area like a patch,
of dried graham cracker, mixed with
bubble gum, stuck to my leg. Hell it
was something growing on me! I
scrapped it off and bled for two days.
Suddenly things are starting to grow
one me. All shapes, sizes, some hidden
others in sight, Even conglomerations.
Little warts, big warts, stuff that don't
even resemble warts. Get in front of the
mirror now every morning. I never used
to do that. It's reserved for women. I found
one in the corner of my eyelid this morning.
It looked like someone had put Super Glue
in the corner while I was sleeping. I pull down
my eyelid and the little thing looked like a
spread out batwing stuck into the corner.
Then I look into the corner of my nose, and
yes, I was right, a little round thing stuck in the
corner. Now when in the heck did that get
there? Now days, I have to lay down to inspect
other body parts. We won't go there. Well, life
has a way of making each day more interesting!
Barry A. Lanier
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