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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
it is seeds that i try to sow within the words that i write
broken bones
Do the broken bones
of common sence
lay within
twisted
by deniles wish
that the feeling of
there is something wrong
should be exiled
the day you start
to belong
of common sence
lay within
twisted
by deniles wish
that the feeling of
there is something wrong
should be exiled
the day you start
to belong
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word
It is the writen word
that saved us
from the caves
should it be
the written word
that saves your children
from the moves
you never made
that saved us
from the caves
should it be
the written word
that saves your children
from the moves
you never made
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smoke
The smoke
that comes from your car
could that not be classed
as passive smokeing
or the chemicals
you spread around your house
could that not effect
your childrens breathing
or the chemicals in your fridge
that you feed to your kids
could that not effect
their thinking
so could you please explian
why you complain
about something
that has no meaning
that comes from your car
could that not be classed
as passive smokeing
or the chemicals
you spread around your house
could that not effect
your childrens breathing
or the chemicals in your fridge
that you feed to your kids
could that not effect
their thinking
so could you please explian
why you complain
about something
that has no meaning
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we are
We are whats left
of the civilizations
that came before us
we are whats left
of the ones
who tried to make us proud
we are whats left
of a peaple slowly blending
into the jungle
into the crowd
of the civilizations
that came before us
we are whats left
of the ones
who tried to make us proud
we are whats left
of a peaple slowly blending
into the jungle
into the crowd
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Twisted Nature
When twisted nature
robs you
of your children
when you look in the mirror
who do you blame
When a child lays dieing
on a dirty street corner
or tired to a bed
screaming in vain
Please
Look at the Children
AND TELL ME
who do you blame
robs you
of your children
when you look in the mirror
who do you blame
When a child lays dieing
on a dirty street corner
or tired to a bed
screaming in vain
Please
Look at the Children
AND TELL ME
who do you blame
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is it only
Is it only
when a twisted sea of bones
in decaying concrete jungles
apear
on a barron horizon
glowing green
unnatral in the dark
do you see
when a twisted sea of bones
in decaying concrete jungles
apear
on a barron horizon
glowing green
unnatral in the dark
do you see
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mommy
Mommy
is it my fault
i look like this
no baby
it's not your fault
is it your fault then
mommy
partly baby partly
why mommy
we walked a road
we didn't know
where common sence
had no meaning
where we stand at the graves
of the ones that we gave
nothing
but a short life of grieving
when we allowed
radiation
to twist
the liveing
is it my fault
i look like this
no baby
it's not your fault
is it your fault then
mommy
partly baby partly
why mommy
we walked a road
we didn't know
where common sence
had no meaning
where we stand at the graves
of the ones that we gave
nothing
but a short life of grieving
when we allowed
radiation
to twist
the liveing
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fire wall
Are you missing
a firewall
that line of defence
that warns you
of the psychological intent
of the trogen
that wants to be your friend
a firewall
that line of defence
that warns you
of the psychological intent
of the trogen
that wants to be your friend
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tomorrow
Tomorrow
hasn't happened
today
has just begun
and the hours
that lay between
will diside
what fate will bring
a changeing of your life
or just a change dreams
hasn't happened
today
has just begun
and the hours
that lay between
will diside
what fate will bring
a changeing of your life
or just a change dreams
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it is us
It is us who bleeds
the little ones
in a country
we have never seen
where our pious words
travel a line
of skeletal women
who wait for the pain
of loney graves
the little ones
in a country
we have never seen
where our pious words
travel a line
of skeletal women
who wait for the pain
of loney graves
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my eyes
it is my eyes
that tell me
you look beautiful
but my mind insists
on knowing
what lays beneath
the chemicals
that hang off your skin
that tell me
you look beautiful
but my mind insists
on knowing
what lays beneath
the chemicals
that hang off your skin
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when some one
When some one
you think you care for
becomes scaby
don't wait for scabs to fall
peel back a few
take a look
is this the one you want
you think you care for
becomes scaby
don't wait for scabs to fall
peel back a few
take a look
is this the one you want
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