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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
it is seeds that i try to sow in the words that i write
Sucked dry
It was not your purpose
being in this circus
where you bend over backwards
to please
where you juggle your life
to fit what they require
in their desperate need
for you to Carry
their imotional baggage
while they feed
on the things
that define you
as a Human being
being in this circus
where you bend over backwards
to please
where you juggle your life
to fit what they require
in their desperate need
for you to Carry
their imotional baggage
while they feed
on the things
that define you
as a Human being
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Hicks
Has your mind
now expanded
beyond the belief
of your fears
that the seeds you grow
within the thoughts
that you know
deep down inside
that life
is just a ride
now expanded
beyond the belief
of your fears
that the seeds you grow
within the thoughts
that you know
deep down inside
that life
is just a ride
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Figment
If we say
nothing
and pretend
we do not see
would our conscious agree
that we should persuade
our morals to believe
it was just a figment
a broken piece
of fear and pain
draging
her broken batterd body
from the shadows
of a filthy ally
into the crying rain
nothing
and pretend
we do not see
would our conscious agree
that we should persuade
our morals to believe
it was just a figment
a broken piece
of fear and pain
draging
her broken batterd body
from the shadows
of a filthy ally
into the crying rain
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Crippled
You offer dreams
yet you bring
decay
you offer Peace
yet you bring
the pain
you offer futures
of ilousions
with past pious words
you offer nothing
to the crying eyes
within the mirror
where you smile
bringing the fear
of drowning out here
all alone
cut deep
to the bone
yet you bring
decay
you offer Peace
yet you bring
the pain
you offer futures
of ilousions
with past pious words
you offer nothing
to the crying eyes
within the mirror
where you smile
bringing the fear
of drowning out here
all alone
cut deep
to the bone
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It was
It was
at that moment
that you became
Free
that you came
to accept
that you
never knew
WHO you was
what you are
what you could be
it was
at that moment
that you
could see
that rare moment
when you met me
at that moment
that you became
Free
that you came
to accept
that you
never knew
WHO you was
what you are
what you could be
it was
at that moment
that you
could see
that rare moment
when you met me
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How did it
How can it be
that other people
can leave a woman
in blood and misery
how did it come to this
that people can cut
an honest man
off at the knees
how did this happen
where honest people
have to beg on the streets
for some one to give
a kidney
for the one that they need
ignoreing the words
that was once written
that for corruption to breed
honest people
only have to do
one thing
nothing
that other people
can leave a woman
in blood and misery
how did it come to this
that people can cut
an honest man
off at the knees
how did this happen
where honest people
have to beg on the streets
for some one to give
a kidney
for the one that they need
ignoreing the words
that was once written
that for corruption to breed
honest people
only have to do
one thing
nothing
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Doors
On your downward spiral
do you not see
the doors
at every turn
the choices
you could make
if only you break
these phyicalogical claws
from the thoughts
that you entertain
the ones that whisper
within your mind
there is
no key to find
for there is
no lock
your choise
stands before you
just push
do you not see
the doors
at every turn
the choices
you could make
if only you break
these phyicalogical claws
from the thoughts
that you entertain
the ones that whisper
within your mind
there is
no key to find
for there is
no lock
your choise
stands before you
just push
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Unborn
Will there be
a tomorrow
when the day is done
for the ones yet to breath
tomorrow
may only be
nothing
but a flickering dream
within a hart
that is yet to beat
a tomorrow
when the day is done
for the ones yet to breath
tomorrow
may only be
nothing
but a flickering dream
within a hart
that is yet to beat
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Buried
Would you ever exhume
your morals
from your grave
of buried thoughts
the ones you visit
once a year
with flowers that bleed
empathys tears
that fall opon
the silant screams
that echo
from beneath
your morals
from your grave
of buried thoughts
the ones you visit
once a year
with flowers that bleed
empathys tears
that fall opon
the silant screams
that echo
from beneath
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War of attrition
There is a war
of attrition
within your brains eye
that has been rageing
from the beginning
of your life
it is to control
the higher thoughts
within your mind
to slaughter to decimate
commonsense
empathy
and honest pride
to silantly invade
your House of reason
and Peace
to plant twisted seeds
of doubt and grief
to bring on the cancer
that will destory
from within
to Force you back
to your lizard brain
where the shadows
believe
you should remain
of attrition
within your brains eye
that has been rageing
from the beginning
of your life
it is to control
the higher thoughts
within your mind
to slaughter to decimate
commonsense
empathy
and honest pride
to silantly invade
your House of reason
and Peace
to plant twisted seeds
of doubt and grief
to bring on the cancer
that will destory
from within
to Force you back
to your lizard brain
where the shadows
believe
you should remain
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Roots
Have we stripped
our reasoning
like bark from a tree
have we broken our roots
of an empathy
that crys
deep within
where our thoughts
are chained to beliefs
that cannot explain
why we walk this path
where our morals
are slowly becoming
dark
our reasoning
like bark from a tree
have we broken our roots
of an empathy
that crys
deep within
where our thoughts
are chained to beliefs
that cannot explain
why we walk this path
where our morals
are slowly becoming
dark
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Not easy
Being aware
is not easy
for it cannot be
shared
being aware
means walking
this lonely road
between happyness
and dispair
on empathys road
of aware
is not easy
for it cannot be
shared
being aware
means walking
this lonely road
between happyness
and dispair
on empathys road
of aware
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