Best Question Of Time Poems

Is it  a myth that History repeats?
This universal question that time deletes

Is the evidence clear that it occurs?
Through eons and eons it strangely recurs

Is...

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each of us is naked inside our clothes left as a tender rose as you suppose
an untimely gift so you get my drift in a...

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It sounds like Heaven or Hell; time 
is about to tell. Will we buy or sell? 
Buy the truth or sell the lie The truth...

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Who are you?

When the lights are off and your heartbeat is dense,
Do you question your time or space or this everlasting sense?
Does your mind run...

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African Children

they sleep at night with belly's empty
 rolling in the dirt to comfort their sore's
 hands, eyes, feet
 Marley & Tosh sang of their...

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School is Cool?

School is cool he says,
Pardon, what have you just said?
I think you must be feeling ill,
You had better retire to bed.

School is definitely...

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Heathen warriors dressed in the plaid
Victims of time and an evil brigade
Pursue their beliefs far into the South
Gaelic words from a Jacobite mouth

Like bairns against...

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Sometimes we’re searching for answers
To questions on our mind
Not really sure what we’re looking for
That turns into a question of time



We’re covering the same old...

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above named entitled african american orthodontist 
   crowned specialist exemplary de jure by this dad
sans perfecting offset dentition of me daughter – shana...

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Up but Down…part-5

“Poor place”, the spectral humming of the winds
Seems to tell, “the hills too would have to lose
Their birthright just like everyone of us.
On...

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Hello Darkness My Old Enemy 
 Take some time to collect your thoughts inside
 The playing field is rough yet we have nothing to hide
...

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Society 

Like a cold clap in the dark you lit a spark of what I was waiting for
 You hide behind the false hidden garb...

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Proud To Be An American 

From the hills of Connecticut onto the plush green sod of Virginia 
 We shall be eternal grateful for family...

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Got to keep it real but sometimes I stare at the four walls that steal
 I like to keep it all in until it starts...

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The Monk Bought Lunch

In the land of greed it could knock you to your knees
 Inside we hide from the false hidden garb of compromise
...

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