Best Question Is Poems

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Who is there when all is gone?
What will you do in this world alone?
When will you realise your not worth the fight?
Where will you roam without a home?
Why should anybody care...?

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there's a choice to be made
          when heads are on the block
      I don't know whether 
that is to part with cash
      or go deep 
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My words glide observantly over head
Like fierce hungry birds of prey
They pierce like daggers deep inside
The ears of those way up high

My words are harsh and filled with pain
They watch and ponder with all their shame
Yet they don’t seem to have the might
The force or...

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It takes courage,
it takes confidence,
to love once more  when  you're broken,
It takes power to brush yourself clean,
get up and start living,

It takes knowledge,
to flay so high up to the sky,
takes turbo engine to reach  the stars,
no co pilot by your side.

It takes...

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The question is
How can I live with myself
Knowing what I know
Always feeling pain
With no chance
Of happiness
Creating monsters
within the world
Is not what
Anyone truly wants
My life is empty
Inside and out
What more can I say
I have no meaning
No reason to continue
I'm forever sorry...

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Oh conscience who are you,                                               so you really tell me right from wrong.                      ...

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we ask oh conscience!
  most faithful friend.
you give comfort,ease,relieve, defend:
 but if for some reason my dear friend would go ;
i;ll be left with my deadiest foe.

[for our conscience tells us that
 we were not put here to play to dream  or to...

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What is She?

She is a thought.
an urge to go inside
where eyes go blind.

Where is She?

She is here, a loadstone
in the spinning wheels
of our maelstroms.
We carry Her,
as a hunger,
yet She nourishes
as lonely sorrows
famish away.

Why is She?

She is a dawn moon
for our dreaming.
A light
that will keep us...

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At the cemetery 
At the grave in the tomb is there peace
The surrounding environment
 say that it's so
Yet inside beneath the ground lies
 nothing but bones dirt hair left decayed

Is there peace at the cemetery?

Seems so sweet slight faint brisk win
Joyish tweeting of a sparrow...

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Grateful then that Jesus died
But how could He be crucified?

About this thing I sometimes wonder
Should God speak to me with thunder?

Oh my gosh - life such a bore?
Do not want that anymore!

Be creative; use your brain
Or else good as insane!

Who wants to rot within?
Let everlasting...

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Heidegger it was, I believe,
who said , "The dreadful has 
        already happened"
                  Yes we're trapped 
in the clutch of time
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Did I do good today
 well I woke up in my right mind 
thinking about my friend Jesus 
Did I do good today 
Well I said to Him my savior
Did I do good today
 I got down on my knees and I prayed 
To the...

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