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Liar

Molten rings of fire,
Encrusted spikes of hate.
Devil-haunted liar,
You'll pay at any rate.

Deceiving, horrid monster,
Crumbling burnt-out rain.
All the tales will cost her,
Never mind the pain.

Living the dying acid heat,
Crushing the putrid dove.
The smoldering heart will never beat,
If you toss away the love.

Crippled hope and crippled sin,
Entwined by that wicked lie.
Your shame besieging morbid grin,
As you watch the poor girl cry.

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Diary of a Bully

I watch him clutch
His silly staff,
The way he looks
Just makes me laugh.
His glasses hide
His hazel eyes,
So no one knows
How much he cries.

I don't know why
He looks that way,
To be noticed,
Some people say.
He has no style,
He isn't cool
He doesn't fit in 
With the kids at school.

I trip him up,
Laugh when he falls,
No one answers 
To his calls.
He's so tiny,
I'm so big,
I could snap him
Like a twig.

I don't know what
I'm going to say,
When his mum
Comes in today.
He's moving away
To another place, 
So that I'll
Get off his case.

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Playing With My Life Strings

Skiing.

Thats what you do,
Down my viens and
Through my heart.

Your skiing.

Dodging my questions
Colliding with mysery.

You must be.
 
Are you racing my blood?
Daring my pacience?

Dangerous sport.

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Mother

Where is she?
I Love her, I Need her
Where is she?

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I'Ve Lost You

I’ve lost you.

Your beautiful smile
Made me tingle inside.
Your soft flowing hair
Like silk in my hands.

Your ever-smiling eyes
Blessed everyone you saw.
Your delicate hands
So soft and caring. 

You loved everything.
You always made time.
You gave without expecting.
You welcomed everyone.
You were one in a million.
You were my love.
You.

No more.
You were taken.

They never gave good
Only evil and pain.
They had selfish goals
For their ‘greater good’.

They are full of hate.
They have no compassion.
They have taken you.
They took all those others too.
They show no remorse.
They are proud.
They are evil.
They.

I’ve lost you.

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Different Realities

The pregnant dream vs the naked existence.
The healthy belligerent vs sanguine invalid. 
The buoyant child vs the cavillous pensioner.
The all-giving African vs the all-recieving European.
The befriended neighbour vs the ostracized man.
The kaleidoscopic optimist vs bleak pessimist.
The raw truth vs the falsified lie.
The low-key good Samaritan vs the ostentatious donator.
The good vs the bad.

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Emmeline Pankurst

She fought for the rights
Of women everywhere,
Changing the laws
To make them more fair.
She worked extra hard
To make things just,
This fighting woman
Was Emmeline Pankurst.
She was a passionate feministe
Just like her mum,
Together they made
Sexist men look dumb.
Her example will inspire us
To stay together and strong,
No mather the distance
No matter how long.
The 1900's where when
A difference was made,
When the distence from men
Began to fade.
She led protests
Against authoritive men, 
And thanks to that
Things are much different that then.
So many fewer women
Are expected to clean,
Ordered about
And treated mean.
The world is now
A better place,
Where women and men
Wear the same face.
Through hard times and struggle
She pushed her way through,
Emmeline Pankurst,
All women thank you.

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Unlikely Combinations

Crimson lilies
And Green roses.

Roasted chocolate
And crispy juice.

Happy couples
And me and you.

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First Flight

The bird took off into the sky,
Spreading it's wings for flight. 
A gentle breeze eased it higher,
Yet further from the ground.
The mother bird gazed on intently,
Protective of it's young.

The bird was gaining height so fast,
It's mum now a mere dot.
The older birds flew up above, 
Swooping and diving for fun.

The bird looked down in anxious fear,
At the houses far below.
Never had it been so very high, 
That people looked so small.
To him they were now tiny blobs,
Not bigger than him any more.

The breeze around him suddenly ceased,
And the bird started drifting down.
The people below were no longer blobs,
And his mother was entering view.
As he was swooping back down to the nest,
He took one last glance above.
Still the older birds were playing, 
Not a single care in the world.
They hadn't to worry, they hadn't to work,
For they had already learnt to fly.

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The Factory

Your tarnished grey paint on a rotting wood canvas.
This melancholy greeting from an entrance to exploitation.
Why I keep meeting you in that gloomy terrain,
Why I trudge through rain and grime to slave for you,
Is all but unintelligible jargon, for you are but a machine.
I arrive in the oily blackness at your unhealthy cavern,
Imprisoned till my heart runs out of beats,
Even though your piston will never.

No breathing soul or pitying heart surveys,
Only the hard steel, boasting well worn buttons in braille.
You burn with energy but you have no enthusiasm,
Just as you churn with rhythmic clatter but have no voice.
This leaching sling reveals workers through its jagged cracks.
Workers rid of emotion yet brimming with mechanical speed.
That is all the seething metal needs to pump,
It runs on sweat, not tears.

I have worshiped you many years.
Cowering before your powerful surges
That resonate through our skin.
You have us transfixed in a state of spasm.
Unable to grasp the air beyond those doors,
To feel its caress pour through our outspread arms.
A wave of tension suffocated by your demanding clutch.
Never easing, never ceasing, the bewitchment of a machine.
The Organic running the mechanic.
Yet seemingly visa versa.

Hollow light level-pegging artificially spun air.
No comfort behind those glistening bottles,
Only fatigued bodies and malnourished minds.
Orders to be processed, deadlines to obey.
The only way to put caviar on the boss' table.
The only way to exploit the hardworking uneducated.
Your globalized steel shimmers in unicin,
Yet its face shows pressured individuals 
Withering behind masks of rhythmic production.
Will there be a resolution?

Only if the world stops turning.