The lives we live…

Needless to say
I’m running out of words
As the mind is occupied
With the pretentiously urgent matters of human kind

Where would I be if not for
All that makes this life
Unnervingly quick
What would I do if not for
All that happens, all so sudden
Like the speeches we make, impromptu

The wheel has started to spin again
Back in the fold of the working class chain
Human bondage of labour and toil
Some in air-conditioned offices, while others in the hot sun in a boil

Where would I be if not for
The luxuries of life that we’ve
Made and longed and craved
What would I do if not for
The pressures we give into
Like being employed and needing money to get through

Everything is now a chore
That we’ve created so sore
And yet we cry in the wake of it all
Knowing it’s a bargain, else we’d be torn

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Genocide

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Sprayed
Slain, they laid
In heaps of flesh
Breathing their last
And the world watched
As evil flowed
Through the land
Of marching bands
Singing praises of a lord
That claimed to be the gods
Sons and saviours
Born to earth
In a desperate bid
To save the last of mankind
From genocide

The last dance

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The music rang out
In melodies of bittersweet symphonies
Crossing our paths in circles
That led to nowhere but here
As we played this little game
Holding hands across metal straps
Living each breathe
And every moment of sublime effort
To keep pace with each step
Till the music came to an end
Bringing with it a new beginning
Etched in time
With memories for one
Whilst I laid and you prayed
For the last dance we’d played

Goodbye…

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Lay down my arms
In hope and prayer
That this will be my last
And forever, there’ll be peace
Through a life of mistaken
Identities that never were
But in my last soiree
I bid you goodbye
Happiness and
All that you may wish
Let me lay here
Till I drift away
Dripping every ounce of
Little that remains
Cast away by a soul
That’s shrivelled within
Uncouth as you said it be
Beautiful, it still is to me

Tomorrow will be new
And I’ll look down upon you
As you live through the days
That’ll come by
From up above I’ll pray
Floating
Silently guiding
As you make your way
Trying hard not to stray
I tried each day
But now the time has come
For me to say goodbye
Leave and look over
For those that I care
So, let me lay here
Till I drift away
Dripping every ounce of
Little that remains
Cast away by a soul
That’s shrivelled within
Uncouth as you said it be
Beautiful, it still is to me

She wrote me a letter

She wrote me a letter
From a yesterday I’d forgotten
She said, she hated everything
About me, and my ways
She wrote me a letter
From a yesterday she remembered
I said, sorry honey but the story is a little unclear
About you, and your ways

She wrote me a letter
From a yesterday I’d rather not remember
She said, she was the better
In her eyes, guilt free and still in love with her
She wrote me a letter
From a yesterday she’d fancied
I said, sorry honey but I regret to understand
The self infatuation and narcissism of your so-called traditional and just ways

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