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| Still More Poetry |
| Sleeping, dreaming, Cornered, screaming, Ranting, raving in my mind. Peace, salvation, Death, damnation, The latter, first, I�m sure I�ll find. Sobbing, weeping For sins I�m keeping, Cutting, slicing, still I bleed. Fantastical wishes Of loving kisses, A warm embrace is all I need. Sniffling, crying, Weakening, dying, Hoping it�s all in my head. Screaming, swearing, Burdens bearing, I startle, waking up in bed. I feel around to verify That it was all a dream. But in my bed, I know I�m dead And silently, I scream. |
| Suddenly I turned around and childhood was gone Missing were the toys that I had cherished for so long Vanished were the sunny, cheerful, carefree summer days Gone was the indifference, in which I used to play Suddenly I turned around and knew the world�s a lie Horrid, rotten people wearing sugarcoated smiles Swallowed in self-pity with the passing of each day Oblivious that all mankind is sinking to decay Suddenly I turned around in my epiphany Loathing at the things that I couldn�t bear to see Teenage mothers giving birth and killing off the babe Drugs among the sidewalks and their dealers getting paid Suddenly I turned around and saw humanity All the shallow people, who never seem to see Suddenly I turned around and saw the world anew And realized that my tranquil days of childhood were through Suddenly I turned around and lost my hope and trust One by one my preconceptions fell and turned to dust I wished I was a child again, my heart and mind na�ve I longed to loose this hate in play, pretend and make-believe All I want is for the world to turn in quiet peace For mother earth to open up and swallow all her beasts To give us back the things which make our brief lives here worthwhile To see the world the way it was when I was just a child I envy all those children who are too na�ve to care Running through the playgrounds in their giddy little pairs Smiles radiating from their faces like moon beams To them, all life is blissful, believe the world is clean These cheerful little children, who haven�t got a clue But wish to have the knowledge that we older people do I finally have the insight, for which I used to long But, suddenly I turned around And childhood was gone. |
| Wanting badly Needing nothing Kissing lips of steel Pulling backwards Leaving slowly I know you can�t feel Eyes of granite Coldly glazing Look but they don�t see Own the passion Own the moment You will not own me |
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