Authenticity
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Escape into the depths of poetry Knocking on the door of creativity Prose, verses are rhyming in me Headstrong, visceral it flows along Rhythmic, rhymes resonate in me Acrostic clashing with ekphrastic Smashing down walls so drastic Time to push the boundaries Into places never known Creating visceral fantasies. Poetry is my very breathing Over…
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Beer filled music rooms And tattooed arms Spiky coloured hair This one’s the charm My kind of people My kind of sounds I maybe the oldest punk in town My kind of night Sharing chats With others who know Just where I am at Still after all these years Though I refrain from the beer…
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How many times have I heard people say what they have lost Yet they entered this world with nothing so how could they lose We gain so much on a daily basis, its no surprise that things come and go It’s not surprising life is ever changing, when there is so much to learn So…
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Is it false or true? That you will find the answers deep in you To your life and all it’s meaning Is it false or true? That we create and achieve more When we act upon our dreams Is it true or false? That no matter how much you’ve been hurt Love is always there…
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I am a fragment of a verse A prose that is absurd, I am a sentence in a book That is easy to overlook, Yet I paraphrase history I am an echo in a soliloquy, I am a note that creates a symphony That beat that brings out the harmonies I am whatever I choose…
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We need to stop the hurting Stop the violence and the hate s Stop the discrimination Colour, sex and faith it does no matter to me Why should it bother anyone But a simplistic idiot fool Who’s insecure, nobody is different from me We are all one big family We are all part one one…
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Strange fascinations Unknown destinations Left in a sea of consternation We try to avoid any violations Of environmental creation I see glacial ablations As the temperature is in migration And the global variations Brings home a climate realisation Caused by corporate devastation Spreading throughout the nations They try to say it’s fake situation But I…
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Sat on a bus And just in front of me Two children who astounded me Everything that they see From the window as amazing Wonderful and filled with curiosity Their eyes were alive Their expression full of joy It made ask the obvious question When did we lose those eyes The eyes of the child…
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Are you your sex? Or are you your spirit? Does it even matter How other people perceive you? Surely being authentic In a world that’s so fake Is more important In this day and age. Why justify your being Your very existence Are you seeking attention? Is this what this is? Who cares about your…
