poetry
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She saw the signs That voodoo was practiced here, She sensed the power She could feel the fear, Hallucinogenic images Flashing through her mind, Whispers of ancient rites That she knew could bind, Victims to the torment Of the living dead and beyond, She could here the distant sound Of a ritual voodoo song, I…
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The dark night is filled With ghostly demonic sounds, The house where I live Is built on cemetery grounds, In my nightmare sleep This is what I see, Dark shadowy figures That are stalking me, On the night of the witches Of the night of the blood moon, On the night of the demons Terror…
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A gutteral cry from a dying man Next to him a big man stands, Decides it’s time to render the dying man silent Strikes him with axe blow so brutal and violent, Think nothing of this compassionless act Just how you’d expect this tyranny to react, While on a battlefield of cut up bodies After…
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Triage, triage I am in need of triage, I am bleeding out But I am also bleeding within, Triage, triage I am in need of triage, I am hurting and in pain Suffering time and time again, Triage, triage I am in need of triage, I need you to help me I need you to…
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Never stop pushing Don’t ever stop growing, No matter how many summers past There’s still thing out there worth knowing, And we do not know everything And only a fool would think he does, Keep on striving to achieve more Don’t ever think you’ve done enough, This life is short and there is time Enough…
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It’s only impossible To closed minds.
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New horizons exist In open minds.
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Cinnamon sticks And star anise, Tastes ingested Feed my release, Into a realm of fantasy Opening up my dreams, Of spices and vices And things that entices, Entities and entropy Of rainbow arches And oaks as well as larches, All lined up in rows Leading to lemon And lime groves, To a place that’s unknown…
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Ravage me with your inequality Beat me down with your rules and laws, Do what you can to control me But understand you’ll never destroy my belief, And I’ll never see you having any integrity But I’ll retain me dignity and right to be, Exactly who it is I choose to be So do what…
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I am the poor man With the poor family, Hounded by the middle class bullies Inflicting their doctorial sociatal standards on them and me, Judging us from their privileged upbringings With rules learnt at their Grammar schools and universities, Do you honestly think we’ll just sit back And let you take the piss out of…
fauxcroft 