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Irrelevant

your irrelevant to me
every fiber of your being
Aspect of your meaning
is irrelevant...

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Tinder

Tinder

Candlelit, flame burns
Upon swelter, one learns
Ne’er engage igneous fire
Ignited...

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Memories of my childhood❤️

Memories of my childhood❤️

Sindy & her sister Patch,
Tiny Tears & my pink plastic watch
The Monkeys book &...

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Sunday 24 th Feb’ 19’

Sunday 24 th Feb’ 19’

Iv’e had a lovely stroll on a beautiful, February day
A circular, walking route that is delightful...

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WHY THE WARNING?

WHY THE WARNING?

If you're going to attack your enemy do you let them know first?

Would you warn them they're going...

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Feelings of Desperation

Feelings of Desperation

Feelings of desperation pour out of my veins like a river
I'm getting so fed up by all this I'm so...

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CAN'T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS

 CAN'T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS

Legal Citizens on welfare are barely getting by...

​​​​​​There's discussion of how deep in debt we...

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Karma will catch you

Karma will catch you

It costs us nothing to be mannerly
This trait is absolutely free
I learned this when I was a...

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Chuggety Chug

Chuggety Chug

Chugging on a cross country train
Through the hills & dales
I’m doing my early morning...

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Stereotypes...

Stereotypes...

Am I a human to you
do you want to blame me too?
I cannot walk along the street, your eyes...

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CONCEPTUALIZE

CONCEPTUALIZE

Can you see
Oh’ Can you see
What are you looking at
What do you see

Can you...

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‘Call It What You Will’?

‘Call It What You Will’?


As I mature I evaluate my life
I divert from unnecessary negatives
Things that cause...

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SURVIVE THE GOVERNMENT LIES

SURVIVE THE GOVERNMENT LIES

If you are prepared to stand in a bread line for hours hoping there's enough when you are next in line...

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My Poetry Chill?

My Poetry Chill?

Has writer’s block strucken me?
I can’t seem to think what to jot you see
My brain box is...

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Lay rest to me; your child.

Lay rest to me; your child.

Death has his hand on my shoulder and I can feel my mind giving in.
The ignorant invincibility I...

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We never rejoiced

We never rejoiced

Through bitter conception
a nation is born
yet partition brings
its abstract concepts...