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George Zamile Poem
Let me not to the married of true minds
Alter what thou love may seem to peace
As rivered lips at dawn
Shall it be less sharp as horns
Let me not shall I command
Be as thorns as it sunk
For midget goes from toes
Its all a dream to chase
Be it of fear
Shall it move like gear
Its electricity love adhere
Is all it has to cheer
Let me not to the love of one heart
Be the judge as it roams around
Raging with fire and excitement
Shall its joy, that no stone reverses
Copyright © George Zamile | Year Posted 2018
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George Zamile Poem
We live in a cruel world,
The world of kill or be killed
The world of pain and tears
Where happiness and joy are illusions
The world of witchcraft
The world filled with be formed demons
The world where the unloved and the unnatural feed
The world where humanity doesn't exist
I am forced to exhale the naked truth
For my ears are brought nearer to the earth's mouth
To hear all its cries
And deliver to mankind its complaints
I am fond and close enough to hear its heartbeat ,
Not blind at all in seeing the blood spilt in it, choking and denying earth a chance to breath
I am all seeing to it all
I see shame upon this world,
For I am an eye laid awake behind bushy forests
I hear cries of unplanned deaths
For I have ears blue in skies
The message is passed yet we're too deaf to hear it's warnings
The world is dying ,
Yet fun is the only thing we're seeing
Time flies like wings of clouds
Days ascend in descend like grace and blessings
And so as we're too blind to see the end of the world
Forever has come nearer
Seconds have come to an end
And all is doomed,
All will die,
Along with death ,
We've reached the end
Copyright © George Zamile | Year Posted 2019
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