Words of Poetry
Flowing deep inside of Me
Wishing My Fate
Only to be Great
While Cold hard Reality
Clotting Up inside of Me
Wishing they’d only see
The Point so Beautifully
When they do Look
Only to be Mistook
I try to express myself
Only to be shaken from my shelf
It was the year 1987
Soviets were attacking Afghanistan
U.S. Marines off the coast of Lebanon
The War had only just begun
Fear Of Bombs
Fear of Aids
Fear of Cancer
We can’t ignore it
We must endure it
Earth Continues Turning
Human Hearts Yearning
The Sun Continues Beaming
Always Searching for a Meaning
My Cat Mee meow With a Mustache
One united problem
No one solution
The sky is torn
We have been warned
Still we continue
with our pollution
Without a care
Spewing garbage everywhere
and in the air
I’ve no room to talk
I’ve become apart of the plot
Just by starting my car
I’m contributing to the friendly sky’s
And if you say your not
My friend your full of lies.
I read a book of poetry
It said things like,
“There’s nothing lovely as a tree”.
But the words I see
That are my own
Are hard and rocky
Made of stone
Slowly I’ll chisel
Till what I write is known
and their beauty shown.
I like to sing
Love the feeling in my heart
No need to voice it
for emotion is the main part
I can’t hear the tune
That’s why I play it smart
I keep my mouth shut
and sing in tune within my heart
Its ten years since the melt down
I’m still alive
I should be happy
Some might say that
I’m the lucky one
I stare in disbelief
I ponder constructing my own death
I feel as if there is no other relief
Wondering why has god pick me
Among so many
The family I once had
Is now just a painful memory
Their graves I walk by
Much to numb to cry
There are others alive
Who still try to thrive
But if even to give birth
To nothing but molten deformities
All I can give is my worthless pity
Why were we so stupid and naive
I ask god to forgive humanity
Sometimes when I sleep
I think that I will wake
From this horrible fate
but alas it’s as real
as my peeling flesh
and the sores I feel
We’re running out of resources
Time is of the essence
There are no other choices
It’s a matter of circumstance
To be or not to be
Total matter of existence
The government will be patient
An soon acceptance
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