Best Weild Poems

“When you are on the playing field
you are just a footballer. If you’re 
good, it doesn't matter if you [weild] 
CP, autism, or whatever [you...

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The calm before the storm
remain shapeless
to assume any form
step into the strange
to get a good understanding
of the norm
why be symmetrically perfect
when you can be perfectly...

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cycles of pitiful emotions
do we know the minds of the hurt and lost
 euphoric melancholy for some
a look into the minds of the so called...

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I remember that day and never looking back
I said goodbye to my family and grabbed my duffel bag
Im off to be a hero just like...

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You've fallen in love with the medium state, 
im calling above for premieum fate. 
i watch you fall further as did the best angel, 
i...

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Sorrow is the word of the walk around
The more you tread, it heaps abound. 
You curve your lips to mend the world
And everyone around is...

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Africa In The News

Tanks hugging the 
Unwilling ground, 
Minute ants poke their treads. 
As blackened trees still smoke 
From the heavy rebel shelling. 
A faceless...

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who assasinate JFK?
go ask mickey
with a simple thing said to someone on this trail
the metaphors of your theme parks
the grounds for secret training

I'm getting paid...
as...

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what do you do for a living super soldier?
you are paid to go to another country and kill people you dont even know
what do you...

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Whatever they think of me
I no longer pay any mind
Does it really matter in the Grand Design
Do they weild so much power as to make...

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they wept  
they crept
 but i cradled death unto its first steps and what i loved has fallen with me 
to weild a blade...

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the flag that flies above our head			
was put there by the people who are dead
you know, the veterans of the usa
the ones YOU seem to...

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Superstitious tongues childhood blights
Exorcisms and voodoo fill his nights 
A cursed birth, a an evil within
Only he knows that the devil is him

How else can...

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I'm caught between my heart 
and my feelings
the insanes logic slowly revealing 
the battlefield drenched with mistakes 
made
not nearly enough the price to be paid

a...

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The year ends on saddest notes
of crying, dying babies in Palestine 
and obstructed efforts 
to throw them a lifeline 

They ought to have long halted
this...

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