Obscured Vision

Obscured Vision

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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Not every paper trail leads to answers ….

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Obscured Vision



Cryptic paper walls

Encase secret agendas

Obscuring real truths


Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018


© 2018 Phill Oz O'fee


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Given that a large part of our president's team lies constantly every day here, it's hard not to really feel your poem in a guttural way these days. We've been waiting two years for the paper trails to give us some answers and we're still waiting! *sigh!* Your word choices seem to be a slight bit elusive to show as well as tell (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

7 Years Ago

Thank you my friend - the word choice was deliberate to add to the elusiveness of misleading paper t.. read more



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oh if only those walls could talk....

perhaps the lies would have filter...

there are too many obscured truths these days...and what can we believe in ? Paper Tigers?

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Given that a large part of our president's team lies constantly every day here, it's hard not to really feel your poem in a guttural way these days. We've been waiting two years for the paper trails to give us some answers and we're still waiting! *sigh!* Your word choices seem to be a slight bit elusive to show as well as tell (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

7 Years Ago

Thank you my friend - the word choice was deliberate to add to the elusiveness of misleading paper t.. read more

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 Added on August 24, 2018
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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..