Neil Hillborn

I just listened to Neil Hillborn

And I must say I’m unimpressed

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HIs rhymes are non-existent

Verbs loud and unrepressed

Like a volcanic air vent

But no deep ardor to be found

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Granted his poems are all of love

Lost and unrequited

But there are better ways of telling

How your girl gave you a shove

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Like an itch within your soul

That just can’t seem satiated

Lost love carries on perilously

Zithers and limbs on searching to be whole

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But all the while looking behind

Never willing to bury the dead

Never willing to say what need said

Never willing to face its own dread

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Of moving on

Of getting better

Of welcoming the future

The day of a Red Letter

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Become the whole you were meant to be

Turn your head so that you can see