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Charles Mulikey Poem
I’m pouring my heart all over your soul,
But nothing can come without a toll,
My emotions are being torn to shreds,
Like a needle tearing through the threads,
But in the end no walls will fall,
In fact they’ll be standing tall,
Only to one with such a fate,
Your lies have arrived a little too late,
For in the end when the walls wont fall,
Your lies will surely get hanged in the hall.
Copyright © Charles Mulikey | Year Posted 2008
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Charles Mulikey Poem
Winter is here, weather has changed,
Bitter cold, mood rearranged,
Winter is here, unmoving it seems,
Tearing its needle, through the seams
Winter is here, and it’s here to stay,
Here in my mind, a world of disarray,
Winter is here, the light wont shine,
Disrupting themes, destroying minds,
Winter is here, oppression time,
Hindering us, for the depression climb
Winter is here, no room to adapt,
No one around, more room to collapse,
Winter is over, smell that clover,
The never-ending line of springtime lovers.
Copyright © Charles Mulikey | Year Posted 2008
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Charles Mulikey Poem
Throwing my life into such a fate,
Shows how far it starts off late,
My life is spinning and it’s spinning fast,
Circling around in a world so vast,
Around and around the merry-go-round goes,
Until all of what I don’t know flows,
Flowing in circles around and around,
Until one day ill hit the ground,
The ground as cold and harsh while I hit,
Will throw me back into the pit,
The circling pit from which I came
Copyright © Charles Mulikey | Year Posted 2008
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Charles Mulikey Poem
Happiness in the eyes of the deciever,
Descends from the losses of the believer,
Bliss is not inevitable,
Nor is it truly obtainable,
For one man to obtain bliss,
Another man must lose his,
In the end it, ignorance is bliss.
Copyright © Charles Mulikey | Year Posted 2008
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