Poems

00 - INTRO 3
01 - LIEFLEE
02 - REECHING
03 - BEE COME
04 - GREEV
05 - FRESHER LESS
06 - JOURNEY DOWNWARDS
07 - LEAVELESC
08 - OPIUM
09 - DREAMOV
10 - TENTH BIRTHDAY
11 - DENTAL
12 - COMOTE
13 - OCEAN
14 - DREAMSET
15 - SAYONI
16 - REAPER
17 - POETE
18 - PEPSI
19 - INBETWEEN LINES
20 - SUN ETERNAL
21 - SANDS OF LIFE
22 - TWENTY TOO
23 - BONEHILL
24 - SCIENCE & RELIGION
25 - AVAST
26 - SANKTION
27 - I WISH
28 - VOWEL
29 - THE TRUST
30 - PIRATIC
31 - COCONUTTY
32 - FRY
33 - ALLEYWAY
34 - TRACATEGY
35 - FREE ZING
36 - LIFES TO FOLLOW
37 - DUMBASED LOGIC
38 - ABSTRACTIONISM
39 - BITTO ME
40 - 'IS LIFE
41 - SOLICE
42 - ROADS
43 - PLACE
44 - UNDER THE TOMBSTONE
45 - RAIN ROOM
46 - FREE ME
47 - HITMAN
48 - POLITICS
49 - ALIEN HUNTING
50 - FUTURE RISE
(PATHWAYS? THE COMING?)

51 - HAIKU OF THE OBLIVIOUS
52 - REINCARNATE
53 - EVE OF LUTION
54 - LIFE AND DEATH
55 - LITTLE DOVE
56 - DANCE, FEVER
57 - SUMMER SUN
58 - WIZZOOM
59 - THIN
60 - FATLOSS
61 - THOUGHTS
62 - LIFELIKE LION
63 - FALL RISING
64 - THE COOKBOOK
66 - THE WIND
67 - PIGGYBANKED
65 - THE BEAR
68 - BEGGER FOR A BIGGER LIFE
69 - THE BADS, THE GOODS, THE LANDS
70 - REFLEC
71 - DAY THAT COMES
72 - HERSPECTIVE
73 - SOUND DEVOID
74 - AVAST DESPAIR
75 - I LIVE, I WAIT, I LIVE
76 - DIGIT ALL ASSAULT
77 - OH MY, MY EYE
78 - DOWN THE SLOPE TO FRIEND
79 - A NEW YEAR
80 - SINNER TO ANOTHER
81 - SPANISH STORY
82 - CASH RASH
83 - PAPERLOGIC
84 - POSTPONED PROPAGANDA
85 - ALTERNATIVE WAKE
86 - PLATE TWO
87 - APPLICABLE NO LAWS
88 - DRIGE
89 - DES
90 - FISHING
91 - LEFT RIGHT
92 - LITTLE BUNNY
93 - NIGHT WRITER
(WORDPLAY - NIGHT RIDER)
94 - ABLAZE - THE END OF DAYS
95 - WITHOUT WORD
96 - SLIVER OF SHIVER
97 - LIFELIKE FLOWER
98 - FREEDOM DEFINED
99 - OUTRO 3

More

00 - INDEX
01 - SOURCE

Hitman

A strap on his shoulder
A machette on his mind
He taps the new holder
Of future he can find

Hands clasp under oath
What he lacks as a soldier
He makes up for both
With facts in his mind

His tactics are sober
His practice is sane
His facit is older
He lacks in his name

All syllables remaining
Identity can claim
His code is a number
Forboding his fame

His work is of malice
But is but his must
he does not live in a palace
Nor does he work out of lust

He is both stylish and suddle
Can't you see his red tie?
As you lie in a puddle
And slowly pass by

His suit dark and ironed
His shirt collar straight
No fingerprints or fabric
Nothing to forfeit

he has shoes in normal size
Not a hair - a sacrifice
And a pile of allibies
You can run - but you can't rise

Further than he can reach
He takes twenty grand for smallfry
Or twohundred thousand
Each

© Bob Axell 2009-2010.

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