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On gentle sirocco wind I drift Across the sandy plains that shift, And under a cloudless blue sky Under the hot sun I feel I fly, On golden wings of divinity Like an angel full of belief, I sense the mindful peace within me As I travel soundlessly with ease, And my form is now…
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Gazing outward at the world Trying to find some answers, Long and hard until we’re old Before we realise that what we seek, Is deep within ourselves and has always been And that’s known by those of wisdom.
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We’re living in a rat race And we’re scurrying around, We’re living in a rat race Where fat cats abound, We’re living in a rat race And feeding off scraps, That has fallen from the tables Of the rich aristocrats, We’re told to be grateful As if it’s all very good, That the fat cats…
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Drama is all I get from you And often I get your attitude, And you then say I am rude When I choose to ignore you, So you can do what you want to do And I will go enjoy my life And I refuse to brood, Over your drama and bad attitude.
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Deep in thought Do I think too much, Do I take things To the extremes, Should I take Things as they seem, At face value Or over think things, Is life more simple Not so complicated, Is that why I am so vexed, It’s hard for me To be placated, So my mind It ends…
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You hurt me so But I don’t seek revenge, Because you no longer have That control over my life in the end, And now my suffering is over And I am now free of your ways, I won’t waste any more of my time Revisiting that pain, You to me are now irrelevant.
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People lie, then apologise But they don’t need to and here’s why, They had the choice to deceive or tell the truth The fact they chose to lie to me or you, Means they thought they would not get caught And now they have they say please forgive me, The truth is will it really…
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Some people who are of money use their wealth to help those in need Others who are of money use it to promote and help themselves, Because money makes kind people kinder But makes Narcissistic people who lack empathy more selfish and mean.
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She is a crepuscular soul A woman to few in daytime know, Yet popular beyond twilight She is a crepuscular lover of the night, Shying away from early waking She arrives home before dawn is breaking.
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In my mind I hear The clash of classical And fairground Wurlitzer type sounds, It causes my thoughts to abound, Of spinning rides And of twirling dancers, Both spinning wildly Like a horse that circles and that as it does prances, Abstract images in full colour Both coalescing with each other, It fills me with…
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