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What's That Smell?
In the bathroom you'll find much reading material. The following are poems that I have written over a periode of time for different reasons or events in my life. Enjoy.
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In A Dying Mind
Welcome inside of my dream
Where my mind and soul work as a team
The beauties that dwell inside
Wash in like the endless tide
They come in on a wave of color
And exit out the same as the other
The beauties inside are hard to find
They are the crevices of my mind
Hidden under bad thoughts and quiet screams
These are the horrors of my dreams
They exploit my fears
And create the tears
That come when I awake
I wish someone would take
All these nightmares away
And then I'll never see the day
For I'll always sleep
Never again to weep
At the awakening of these fantasies
So I ask you please, please
Take away these fears and thoughts
Of the battles, never won, but fought
In the fields labeled graves
Of the men who could have been saved
For here I lie under the dirt
While all I feel is hurt
So now it's time to go
I've given a tour of my show
The plays will end, the curtains will fall
And end the good and evil brawl
That remains now in my head
Until the moment that I am dead
The curtains drop
At the stage top
I say goodbye
And with that, I die
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All In A Day
The day began as any other
Until I saw the list, fame and glory it did offer
I hurried home to tell my mother
I'm now on the list is what I told her
She crumbled to the ground and wept bitter tears
Her sobbing ripped through my soul like rusty sheers
I held her up to say goodbye
Step out the door and in relief, I sigh
Exitement, curiousity, pride and fear fill my mind
Down the track, glory is what I will find
Then we boarded the train to ride to our destiny
Tunnels of darkness is all that we can see
Arriving on the field, we build our camp and start a fire
The flames of antisapation growing higher and higher
Will the day ever come, the day when we fight
Can't wait to fight, to fight with all my might
We're going 'ta war boys! a soldier cried
The enemy flew over the hill like an angry tyde
The urge to kill, instantly died
I see no glory, the newspapers had lied
Stay and die? Run and survive!
What I wish is to be alive
I turned and fled as fast as my legs could go
Running fatser and faster, still too slow
I ran without looking back
Until I was away from the pack
Being in solitary, gave a halt to my journey
Darkness and trees is all that I can see
The corpse of soldier is discovered leaning on a far tree
Is that corpse destined to be me?
The war around is silenced
Perhaps they agreed upon an alliance
I cautiously return to the field
Behind rocks and trees I find my shield
My regiment is found to be nowhere
Others marching down the road were battered without care
I march along I tried to blend
They ask, Where were ya hit? Dare I pretend?
I avoid other interagations
Until I see the enemy's flag within our formations
I retreat, struck then thrown aside
I return to my regiment instructed by a guide
The next day the cycle continues from the beginning
The eternal war lives in the heart of those who were waiting
For their loves to return in their sight
With nothing of a guide except a candle and its light
All in a day
So many lives were taken away
Not a soul had anything to say
In the field dozens of bodies lay
All in one day
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OLD AND NEW
The traditions we face
Sometimes give chase
To a new idea or a thought
The battle we can see being fought
Between the old and the new
Between me and you
The laws that break the imagination
Are laws that are fit for elimination
When the laws we make begin to limit
The dreams we think can't always fit
In the confines of tradition
So their tost into submission
The world is ready for a new way
To do the things we do every day
The law for evolution in the class room
Was beated down to its doom
The right to a woman's vote
Can now easily be wrote
The freedom of the blacks
Stood the attacks
The freedom of expression
No longer requires permission
We can speak, interpret and write
In any way within our sight
But how far can we see?
Where does the horizon end for you and me?
It doesn't
Lovely Boredom
To nurse the boredom is why I sit
Why oh why won't my boredom quit
As I sit with nothing to do
I look around and I see you
You look as bored as me
That I can plainly see
While you stare at the ceiling
I stare at you while i'm sitting
You turn your head, I look away
Neither could think of anything to say
I turn around and give you a look
You try and hide behind your book
You turn this way and our eyes meet
I push out my chair and rise to my feet
I walk on by to say hello
You stand up and off you go
You go to sit where I sat
I can't believe you did that
She went to sit with Jim
All this time she liked him
I sit in her place
Take a last look at her face
Raise my head to look at the ceiling
To be bored again, while i'm sitting
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A Poets Fate
They say to be a poet you first must suffer
Do all poets endure the same fate, I wonder
How rare is a poet
And who suffers for it
Why do we turn to poetry when we feel bad?
Written out of pain, should it not make us feel sad?
As the words enter your brain
The rhymes writtten by pain
In the dark he sat and wrote
His pain took sail like a boat
The hours passed by, while he gazed at the page
He could not write, his words were bound in a cage
Who holds the key to this mystery
Why it's his pain and his misery
The words unlocked and started to flow
The page begun to fill while his ink ran low
His pen did not pause
Because of the pain it did cause
The life he chose
Was nothing but lows
The pain he scribbles
Were nothing but ripples
Of his past
That refused to last
For what he suffers is not pain nor hate
It is mearly a poets fate
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The Aborted Innocent
In this world I hide away
The price for my crime I did pay
To be in the dark with nothing to say
I stay in this corner day by day
My life is non exsisting
My world was for the taking
A chance was all I was asking
To be alive is what i'm wishing
You discarted me with no thought
Death Is something to be bought
Is this what you were taught?
To me darkness is what you brought
You left me to die
My exsistense, you denie
To yourself you tell the lie
All I ask is why?
Do you believe in life after death
where do those go who were never born, who were left
Is what you did called theft?
Is there life before death??
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