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Just Two Pieces of Wood Knoted Together

just two pieces
of a coarse wood
binded together
is where our trust
is knoted to
oh yes,belief would
whether if it could
but not ours

one horizontal
the other vertical
like two woods
will ever have a significance 
but what was pinned to the wood
is more of importance
than anythang other should

fancy the wood made rugged 
from driping blood
from the flesh of one
same as you
picture the skin decarated with stripes
from whips and spears

and at golgotha
the fate of woods
were to change forever
for a king moaned 
onits stems
and is blood
transformed the bark to gems,
precious gems
that bring another breed of hope
at the thought of the ordinary wood

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The Drug Addict

like my first high its been
casted with a certain amount
of lows,has my reddened eye seen
like a swoop to a valley from a high mount
as the skin is hardening,and grim
decline awaits,i know,but our first,
like the flight of the float of our arms,
together.now the nerves are gittery
with hard substance from the heart,the palms
most sweaty of the body parts,misery
all through the last days,when the calm
head is now violent,the first days were very
much like though the end was one
our hearts lay less caring

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All Hands On Deck

as there is no was ,in recongnition
of status,or rely on previous laurel
whose standard is foredone and
broken,so shld each soul treasure
the name in one hand alone.
who does solitary shun,and loves
with i to build the most concrete of
marks,come forth with both hands,as i,
we shall carve the fortress that disunity disdains

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The Modern Woman

if you call her a mere housewife
you've only provoked an infinite conversation
on how, and why ,is a womans life
ready they are to take a national stance
like an old,dusty,but effiecient rifle

tired of familiar house and chores
unmindful of the dishes,they can lie
while they pursue much ,much,more
beyond and farther than meets the eye
whetted also to be an economies core

unto the existence of prfessonalism they cling
than house-work,the world is so changed now
and gender is more of an equal thing
tha speechlessness,like a dumb cow
the woman won't settle for lesser anything

patient slow walking as she was created
the woman has creeped into anoutspoken figure
than for the peculiarity of the breasts,or long curls
twisted ,or seperated
she has taken her place,among noble heights

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Whose To Blame When the Law Is To Blame

we become fugitives in our
own outlets when the law
has put us to shame and
unnecessary blame
we violenly revolt like refractory
horses,its such a cruel shame 
who the runnaways are,elegory
like shakeshere in that windy tempest
himself,than miranda,the category
of africas aggrevation is unclassified

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Who Should Shoulder the Palaquain

when must i grieve,when is
it right,is it when the zephrs
swindle the tiny sod,and the fleece
of penury cloth the day-light hours
o money that travels and flees
and appears only at order of the earthly powers

aught not the draper of sack
burnt away,upon the crown of thorns
that blister calvary clouds black
dark,like me,isn't what to be worn
gold on each and every skinny body
for the sake of christs garment torn

so,in that carraige must sit
a beggar,now rich,in the lord
and that pacy heartthrob,and heart beat
now coolen,like a kings,or land lord
that mounts,on a very high seat
of fortune,in our lord

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How Much More I"d Like To Talk About My Country

how much more i'd
have talked,and twined bout politics
if it was practised right,giving critics
a shun if there was seen even a
little light in adversity,but day
and nights harbor millions of years
there might still be time,for tears
of a dark clouded rain,even
if the season gives it no reason


in memory of R.E.G.Armattoe

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In Loving Memory of Kate

loves charm is a heartly harm
or a reaping barn
that can break the arm
the arms are too weak 
to hold complete
without a leak
love is so fruitful
and is never knowm
for a season of fruitlessness

love is a sun burning pacy
the red skies
the sun is gone 
and to the sun there is none
but fancy the stars
glittering so bright
and it is our
for we love the sun
but the stars are much more

the lonely heart fears for love
the loving heart loves for more
like it can never be satisfied
as the oceans mark
so much
but it wants much more
like when it over flows 
its bounds
it wants much more i say
and i'll give ie more i pray

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To a Polka Dot Leo

and the whole earth is his
from the water on open lea,
a probable season of the skies
crying cats and dogs
to even the polker dot pard
alert,attentive,to the earths
heaven,life,and hells trio

in the upper room of the earth
from the mountains peak
to the mountain lions
with the words of old
an igniting hearth
far costlier
than vanity or wealth
and the skies of red,
burning hurried
to a diamnd star
or its siblings myrrh
with the moon of dull
but bright for the night

something must be done 
from day to night 
that seems majorly undone
as the dew rolls over a tear
to the dead of the dawn
or the last yaw
of the faithful dog
unto the masters leg
early it shall cling unto
like we who cling
unto God

generous God
the one who gives the fowl worm
still the swallows the fowl
and even the swallows
the snake to prowl
with big tentacle eyes
of he worlds view,
like an owl
but silent

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Doom

one day if you should walk
by these ending ages,and by
these apocalypse infested youth
you should trode in a realm,where
cats be standing way taller than men

or in falling london bridge,where
above the seas the mermaid should rise
and tongueless fishes should utter good
lingo,pray my friend,pray

if perharps you should catch a gaze
of pollens,than transfer making love
under the smiting sun,pray

the end is sooner thsn the thought
of it,and peace doth exile

judgement is upon us