Confusion Waste Poems

This land of entitlement 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping 
clutching 
scraping this infernal sky!

Arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunted like...

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Make them go away,
Make them go away!

I can feel them gnaw,
Can you hear the Raven caw?

I can feel them pulling at my soul,
They are just...

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Depression kills
Real lives.
Depression steals
Real lives.
Self-punishment
Is not the answer.
Self-fulfillment
Is the profound desire
To love oneself, to be proud,
To hope and to cry out loud
That happiness and success
Are...

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all day I sit here
sporadic thoughts screaming dazed
I call the wild in...

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Do not waste your life away 
Hanging around the wrong crowd 
For they have nowhere to go 
They are obnoxious and loud 
The more that...

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My soul weeps and my heart bleeds,
We seem to have lost our core creeds.
Youngsters are now in a very hot haste,
not to wield wealth, but...

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life is filled with pain 
disease is eating at my brain 
sorrow is all I know 
each moment feels so slow 
still, I keep on...

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Today began as many do
a waste of precious breath
Have I the strength to see it through
or is there any left

These struggles seem to multiply
within each...

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It's time to change the clocks again.
We've lost our place in time.
We're either going an hour ahead
or back again to chime.

We'll never know until we're...

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Life is a waste of time
Why Life?
If a flowing river is not ready to still
A falling rain shall stop
If a blowing wind shall disturb
A breathing...

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Oh, how sad, oh how very glum,
Goodness gracious me prater comes.
Still writing winsome words of woe,
Endlessly stopped, never to go.
Oh God be, merciful to me.

Endlessly...

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ever feel like there is somebody in your head?
the past fast asleep
contradicting the ways of today
you wouldn't believe me any way
so many of you selfrighteous
to...

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Sin plagues the land!
Where men cry out from false pulpits
That we can get :back to the Garden"
And mongrelize ourselves into
Some kind of World Man,
Sin plagues...

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