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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
it is seeds that i try to sow in the words that i write
Colour
It is not the colour
of the skin
that you live in
or even
where you are born
it is
the colour
of your thoughts
that define
your state of mind
within a world
where thoughts
are becoming
colour blind
of the skin
that you live in
or even
where you are born
it is
the colour
of your thoughts
that define
your state of mind
within a world
where thoughts
are becoming
colour blind
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Strangers
Do we pass by
like strangers
within a field
that could connect us
where empathy
still trys
to touch the blind
where common sense
hangs by a thread
on a damaged bridge
that spans the cracks
between us
like strangers
within a field
that could connect us
where empathy
still trys
to touch the blind
where common sense
hangs by a thread
on a damaged bridge
that spans the cracks
between us
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Blank
Strange times come
when one begins to run
from the thoughts
that your empathy
creates
for your emotions
to finally strip away
these illusions
that keep you
in a place
where your reflection
has
no face
when one begins to run
from the thoughts
that your empathy
creates
for your emotions
to finally strip away
these illusions
that keep you
in a place
where your reflection
has
no face
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Pray
What ever god
that lives out there
lision to the prayers
that come calling
for when we leave
for the stars
and we still do not know
WHO we realy are
then may god help
the life
we find
that lives out there
lision to the prayers
that come calling
for when we leave
for the stars
and we still do not know
WHO we realy are
then may god help
the life
we find
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The missing
There are books
written by people
WHO have forseen
the roads
that lay ahead
soaked in the blood
of the ignorant
soaked in the blood
of friends
written by people
WHO have forseen
the roads
that lay ahead
soaked in the blood
of the ignorant
soaked in the blood
of friends
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Drown
It is only when
you start drowning
your sorrows
do you begin the journey
to that place
where you will
become
undone
you start drowning
your sorrows
do you begin the journey
to that place
where you will
become
undone
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Morphic field
Can you not feel it
as it slides
across the skin
of your thoughts
the ones
that cannot be
described
with your eyes
as it slides
across the skin
of your thoughts
the ones
that cannot be
described
with your eyes
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Within
Your future begins
at the start
of every thought
you
create
at the start
of every thought
you
create
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Dieing breed
We could be
as a people
anything we wish
as a people
anything
we can describe
we can bring
into our life
as a people
we should try
to regrow
the bones
that once held
our spine
as a people
anything we wish
as a people
anything
we can describe
we can bring
into our life
as a people
we should try
to regrow
the bones
that once held
our spine
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The day
ignorance always trys
to find a way
looking for that crack
that has become
decayed
sniffing along your wall
where it begins the hunt
the day
that you
were born
to find a way
looking for that crack
that has become
decayed
sniffing along your wall
where it begins the hunt
the day
that you
were born
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Step back
Sooner rather then later
your mask will stumble
and fall
it will be then
when you look in the mirror
that you see
what you do not recall
your younger days
before you were trained
to wear a mask
that didnt quite fit
your face
your mask will stumble
and fall
it will be then
when you look in the mirror
that you see
what you do not recall
your younger days
before you were trained
to wear a mask
that didnt quite fit
your face
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Blame
Is it not those
WHO are to blame
when you were batterd
and bleeding
laying on the street
becouse you refused
to give
is it not those
WHO are to blame
the ones
WHO surrounded you
asking
if your ok
the ones
WHO stood by
in shame
the ones
WHO turned away
it is not the ones
WHO attacked you
it is them
they are the ones
to blame
WHO are to blame
when you were batterd
and bleeding
laying on the street
becouse you refused
to give
is it not those
WHO are to blame
the ones
WHO surrounded you
asking
if your ok
the ones
WHO stood by
in shame
the ones
WHO turned away
it is not the ones
WHO attacked you
it is them
they are the ones
to blame
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