Anarchy
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Brick built box In which you dwell Suburbia dream Or suburban hell Sometimes hard to tell You’ve a desire to scream A need to yell But you don’t Instead you wash your car You mow your lawn Fitting in to societies norm Domesticated like this Since you were born Numb in head Dead within soul…
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Round and round, Always going up, Yet somehow Never leaving the ground, Pushing up, pushing on The repetition, The moving upward Without any progress, What if we were to stop? If we were to look round? See we’ve barely even left the ground, Would it be so bad Just take a look around, See everyone’s…
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Worst thing about being poor to day Is if you want your book edited Then you have to pay If you want it reviewed Then the story is the same I am sorry my friend but you have to pay Need any help sure But can you pay? It’s not easy being a poor writer…
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We live in a world of so many ethnic divides The future is in trying to unite Healing the damage trying to make things right, The colour of your skin or your belief Makes you in no way different from me, It’s nothing we see when we are kids It’s something our parents and peer…
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People pledge fealty To nations in tribal belief, Waging wars of power and greed Plant the xenophobic seeds, Right wing, left wing same old thing Lends itself to being extreme, I won’t let this divisive nature define me, It’s the cause of humanity hating, It’s the reason for the fighting, Over power and territory, Over…
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I know mostly what’s going down I listen an pay attention to the sounds I question everything that I see I have an ever evolving belief It flows, it’s flexible no it’s not fixed But I know that when I speak I am mostly talking to myself. When I speak of corruption that comes from…
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Ashes from the burnt out lives Ashes from the burnt our world Blew and mingled across the barren earth Scorched for all its worth Left annihilated by the curse That humanity brought to bear Leaving terror, hate and fear But no longer is this the way Since the end of mankind’s days Only the sounds…
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I remember my younger days, never seen dressed in anything other than black, an anti fashion statement, right up until it became the fashion, I don’t do uniforms it’s just another way to conform, so an Anrcho-punk I was, did not always look like you would have thought I would look and some people said…
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Being authentic is the key not trying hard to be tricky, live life with an open heart get yourself a mindful restart, discover the existentialist you see yourself from another view, not just standing outside the box but smashing it to pieces while standing on top, manifest a consciousness shift open up a paradigm rift,…
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Visceral me With my passionate needs To write just how I feel Not trying to write Through literary studies Intellectual that’s not me I talk about what makes me bleed What Stimulates me Induces me to continue to breathe An honest vision of what I see The ongoing fight for equality A quest to spread…
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