Robert Siney Biography

Beyond the dead pan face,
Lies a heart that lacks pace,
A mind that longs to stimulate,
A smile that cannot compensate.
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Dear Marilyn,
This big world was too cruel for one so fragile,
It’s no surprise you broke down once in a while.
Your smile inspires but it still brings on tears,
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How do you feel?
Is all this real?
I hate to talk and that is how,
I’ll feel the same tomorrow as I do now,
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The pain of immobility and silence;
suffocating with their mystic mockery.
And the lingering fragrance of prophecy
exists only within hidden footsteps.
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A space usually full of colour and vitality now lies fallow.
It’s desolate here; the wind is fierce and the sand is hard.
A grim picture of grey awaits wanton wanderers.
No families dance here now,
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