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They come
rushing forward
rolling off your tongue,
spitting through your lips.
as they fly
through the air,
you never realize
what damage they
will do.
They hit me
with a force
unimaginable
unfathomable
unreal.
like a spear stabbing
straight through my heart
i feel as if i
am dying.
physical abuse can
heal with time
but words
will nestle within
and haunt you forever.
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sitting in the dark
waiting for the sun
that will never come
dreams turn to sand
slipping through your hands
the wind wiping wildly
through your long and unkempt hair
naked as a baby
dressed and gone to war
please somebody save me
from the shadows
outside my door
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pounding
sounding in the distance
the drumroll starts,
feel it Beckoning
to your heart.
Drums, Drums,
the Wolves of War
Blood and Iron, sword and
Thundering Roar,
Slaughter, hands
slick with Gore!
Moving to
the drumroll of War,
Glory, Death and Murder-joy,
Come now lad,
off my boy!
Kill, stab, burn, Destroy!
Off we go boys, to
answer War!
Drums, drums!
rolling in your Heart,
don’t you want to
do your Part?
The acrid smell of
Gunpowder wakes Demons
in your Heart!
The Flames climb high
and homesteads Burn
Grab a women,
Take a turn!
Brutalize, Rape, Hurt, Take!
Drums, Drums!
The Animal call!
Screaming, grieving,
Pulling us All
A Maelstrom of Devastation!
an ignorant people’s Manipulated
Frustration
Drums, Drums,
Booming, Dooming
Land and body,
Spirit and Mind,
and tender feelings
Stripped from inside;
Drumrolls of War
Spilling over the Hills,
But
it’s Humankind
who Kills
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“I am Afraid of Monsters,”
jeered the boy to his Father
clothed in skins
“Don’t be,” He replied
with a grin
as he tore the flesh from the bone
with his Teeth, and
Blood rolled down his Chin.
“There’s no such thing.”
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Nothin’s easy
when you’re
feelin’ queasy.
Nothin’s fun
when you’re
on the run.
people are scared
with you’re
blue hair.
you got you’re gun
and now it’s done.
Just pull the trigger
and watch it flash
before your eyes.
Give it a squeeze
and watch him
crumple to his knees.
It doesn’t matter
anymore.
When he’s
sinking to the floor.
Nothin’s hard
with you’re
own petard.
Everything’s fun
when you
got a gun.
They’re still scared
of your
red hair.
But the nightmare
is over
before it begun.
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Ain’t life free
for the ice cream man?
Ain’t life sweet
for the ice cream man?
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confess yourself
undress yourself
to your bones
reveal your soul
to yourself
you need to know
who you are
before you can help
anyone else
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What’s the deal
with how you feel
For those who can’t see
below the knee
Finding something
which I’ve found
buried deep beneath the ground
So come alive
and don’t be dead
Find the notion
Within your head.
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I don’t know if I’m dumb
or just uninspired.
These poems used to
come to me.
Now they
Run from me.
Playing hooky.
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Can we really win
this infinite race
when we know
some things are hard to replace?
It’s hard to let
just One thing go
and keep you’re life
in a steady flow.
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