poetry
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I can not be your moral compass As I cannot be your spiritual guide, For you are the only one Who knows what you need inside, I cannot be your consconsciousness I cannot be your awakened state, All I can be is here for you For now and until the end of days.
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Shortly at the party after the introductions The jangling of the keys, then thrown into the middle, She knew the score It would get hard-core With someone she had never met before And as they chose their various rooms She decided on the bathroom Where in the mirror she could admire The skills this guy…
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There is a population overload We are like a virus out of control, Unable to slow down the birth rate And it’s all bubbling up into race hate, As we all squeeze to fit in To borders governments are redefining. Everybody grasping for declining resources, Everything being manipulated by market forces And as the world…
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Celestial horizon Seen through a spiritual dawn, Raising us up out of a world that is born, From Dante’s inferno And those layers of hell, That we are told is reality That we cannot tell But love rose us up And took us out of the dark, Now we resonate frequencies That define who we…
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Feel me within you Feel my essence flowing Converging into one being Or can you resist this feeling It’s your heart I am stealing While leaving you weak and reeling Until you’re addicted to me being Deep within you body and mind.
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At one time we were or will be immigrants and foreigners So when I hear the xenophobic fascists mob baying I cannot help but to do a little historical replaying And realise we are all mixed blood Descended from foreign lands But crucially we are all one race The one we call human. So I…
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He decided to throw a garden party With the neighbours and that was fine But perhaps when eating we consumed to much wine And we all got drunk out of our minds As the night then drew in his neighbours wife In a state if rack and ruin passed out on our sofa Completely out…
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If your the type to believe in greed over need, Then your probably one of those who make people bleed, Seeking to hoard as much as you can, You are certainly not a humanitarian.
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The taste of each other On the tips of their tongues, Sent their bodies writhing They twisted, contorted and turned, They both felt the flow Of the essence flood out, Both in a grip of a physical workout, That sent energy and passion Careering through their being, To very good friends Sharing heated intimacy, That…
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