Poets
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Hollow, dark, and strange forgotten dreams Drift along my mind like endless streams, A mill churns out the sounds of foreboding themes And that’s when I realise nothing is as it seems, In nightmares, I stare at the illusions In my sub-conscious I struggle with what’s real, Beyond the veil, beyond the forgotten realms I…
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Smash the fascists, white supremacist machine Before it destroys the American dream, America was created from native Indian theft The colonial European settlers bought only death, Stole from the people who showed the land respect But corporate greed will destroy until nothing is left, And now they are starting a war against the migrants Which…
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Fascism has appeared on the streets of LA But Angelinos are not tolerating this display, It’s unconstitutional and breach of peoples rights And as such they are showing they’re up for the fight, And as like always we will see the fascists getting smashed And this policy of violence will then be trashed, It’s a…
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We are what we choose to be defined as How anybody else defines us is down to them, Nothing that they think or say is our business Because their definition is not relevant to us, It’s just an illusion, that they created in their minds And if studied you will see it’s not true to…
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Knowing that this me At the end of life, Will never exist again And only occasionally remembered, Should spark an existential crisis, But being so insignificant now Prepares me for being forgotten, After my passing that creeps ever nearer It’s good to be well versed in being irrelevant, It cushions the disappointment of death.
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That bright light moment of life when born Is as profound as that darkness at the end of life, Are probably the scariest times of our existence And you can’t prepare for either experience, That’s realisation is what really drives fear.
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Punk is dead But I am alive and kicking, Blasting out the sounds Of punk, I can’t stop resisting, The passion and the energy The messages and the vibes, Punk is not a fashion movement Punks is what defines my life.
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Losing someone is so sad But the memories of them make us glad, Better to have known them Then not knowing them at all, And if you listen you can hear them call Across the void of the afterlife, Bathed no doubt in spiritual light All ways with us, always caring, In our minds we…
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We lost another legend, an anarch-punk, hunt saboteur, a person who stood up for the down trodden and the oppressed, who galvanised the philosophy of apply pressure on the governments and system who do wrong by us all and a good guy to boot. RIP Colin Jerwood lead singer of Conflict.
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I want a happy blog Not one where we sob, But I can’t not mention The wrongs in this life, We have to do something We have to unite and fight, All that is wrong, to restore the light.
fauxcroft 