thoughts
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Worst thing about being poor to day Is if you want your book edited Then you have to pay If you want it reviewed Then the story is the same I am sorry my friend but you have to pay Need any help sure But can you pay? It’s not easy being a poor writer…
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Excuse me while I partake in a little tipple I love alcohol he said like I used to love the nipple As a baby my he said could not wean me off And now as an alcoholic I am lost He still craved to suckle in some primal way He missed his mother’s breast and…
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People pledge fealty To nations in tribal belief, Waging wars of power and greed Plant the xenophobic seeds, Right wing, left wing same old thing Lends itself to being extreme, I won’t let this divisive nature define me, It’s the cause of humanity hating, It’s the reason for the fighting, Over power and territory, Over…
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If I had a mallet I’d build shelters for the homeless, I’d build places of sanctuary Safe havens in which to live, If only I had a mallet And the skills to use it, I’d decimate my life to this If I only had a mallet I could build a better world for everyone to…
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Every day is a struggle But that doesn’t mean we should give up Every day is hard And we never have no luck Yet carry on we will As carry on we must Even though every day Can seem so repetitive And hard though it is To struggle with the mundane Our job is keep…
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I hear screams of despair I hear screams of pain, I search around from place to place, Only to find nothing Did it come from outer space, As it filled my head and my everyday, I searched and I hunted Trying to find anything That may explain this But everywhere I looked And everyway I…
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Dripping water Dripping blood Laying in this now cold bath Life is ebbing slowly away As the colour from me fades To a sickly shade of whitish grey I have longed for this moment I have yearned for this numb pain Dreaming of the light growing dim And the end of my days Signifying an…
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We decorate and gild our cage Make it nice and decorate The confines of our own entrapment The bars of our own restraint And we focus so much on this That life passes us by And we see nothing but this And do not see we live a lie Imprisoned within our own minds Unable…
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You push me away But then give me them eyes The come hither looks And I fall despite Knowing as you draw me in you’ll push me away again Is this part of your game You encourage me to come to you And if I show self restraint You get angry and go insane So…
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I am in a tunnel of eternal night looking for some form of light a tunnel of eternal misery it’s a tunnel filled with saddness that is the cause of all my madness it’s the that torments me and makes me bleed bleeding tears of desperation and pure excrutiation from the pain in which I…
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