poetry
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I visit the river to annoint myself in it, To baptise and cleanse my soul and being, To allow it to wash over and through me, The river is my saviour It is my purifying salvation. As I feel the riverbed of silt and stone Shift beneath my feet and slowly bury them, I feel…
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Everybody knows it’s absurd Nobody’s impeccable with their words, People repeat the same old tired trite While neglecting others rights, They just keep on about material gain And when things go wrong they’re never to blame, It seems life has become twisted this way It’s a fake society that’s on display. Selfies, fake tans, fake…
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Punk rocker I have always been a shocker, No one expected me to be A punk rocker, But I love the music And I believe in anarchy. Punk rocker I love the styles And the coloured hair, And punk rockers Always care and share Punk rocker, Are always friendly and kind But this is not…
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Could I express myself any more clearly , when I say to you that I love you dearly but you are doing my head in with your mindless chatter, just focus on the things, that really matter. Stop being distracted by material bling, stop thinking of monetary things, it won’t make you happy or your…
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We live a profligate lifestyle One of reckless waste And we wonder why the earth is in such a bad state We must live more considerately We need to be more impeccable With all the words we use And the thoughts we think And the way that we live. Live with open eyes and conscience…
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We are better than we know A multi dimensional love Show We are amazing you should know Learn from spirituality and grow Be the love and be the peace Understand the answers that we seek Are inside both you and me Open up our hearts And set our soul free And we will always be…
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Suckle on the teat of money Greedily we need to be nourished Searching for the happiness That we believes comes with wealth Selling ourselves into slavery Emssculating self bondage Mortgaging our existence Trying to fit into what society defines as normal. What happens when the tests run dry What happens when everybody cries We can…
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Politics is a social construct To keep us all divided, It’s much harder to rule a humanity That is united, Left wing, right wing It’s all boring, Your buying into the illusory, They’re to busy enriching themselves To care about you and me, Be good little boys, Be good little girls And tow the systems…
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Brutish men think they can force their libido On what they perceive as weak and vulnerable women But when they do this they define themselves As desperate and insecure men Feeling they need to exert And hold power over the feminine As though this will create a strong impression of them. If a woman makes…
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