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People bitch and moan About what they’ve not got, Forgetting what they do have And more than often that’s a lot, They show no application or gratitude It says less about life and more about you, Striving for the things you think will make you happy Truth is it’s an illusion and will be fleeting,…
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No effort, no gain What are you expecting, Things served up On a silver plate, No effort, no rewards What did you think, They’d come to you Knocking at your door, No effort, what’s the point Just sit and do nothing And you’ll get fuck all.
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A true intellectual Don’t use knowledge To attack those different from them, An intellectual knows the power Of showing and being tolerant To those of diversity and can exercise understanding.
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I am a woke individual thinker And I require no validation from others, I love, I care and I show kindness Despite your toxic words, I will not ever be smothered I won’t be offended by them, These ignorant women and men Who discriminate and attack Against those who aren’t identical to them.
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Identity has become invalid As individuals define what they are, Yet a lion knows what it is He doesn’t think he’s a zebra, And viewpoints are used as weapons Against us by others who don’t agree, I wonder if nature laughs at us From being a lost and confused species.
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Everybody has a backstory Some are tales of tragedy, Some are tales of glory, Whatever it may be Live your life with intensity.
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Vintage imagery of way back when I dwell and remember days back then, Running the streets, few cars in our way Riding our bikes and the football we played, Holes in the knees of our trousers Faces were smeary and tainted by dirt, Those were the times I call my golden years The laughter, the…
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I keep close to me my Memento Mori Close to my heart I keep the stories, If those I have loved and those I’ve lost My Memento Mori I cherish the most.
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Like a waterfall of emotions And a tsunami of fears, My life is full of cascades Of painful years of tears, And nightmares always haunt me They are chasms in which I get lost, Among a myriad of consequences That stalks me as long forgotten ghosts.
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We clash like titans We are simulated chaos, We are swirling like dervishers We are at war with ourselves, In these moments everything matters Yet nothing actually matters at all, As we rise like crescendo’s And fall in an extreme descent, We talk in wild unknown tongues But our accents are familiar As words echo…
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