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A Setting Moon

The sun rises and falls,
foreshadowing whats to happen to us all,
we wait each day,
for another hopeful one to come,
but little do we know,
we could be another one,
another waste of human air,
with nothing grand,
so no one cares,
another life,
thats not been liven,
no longer to exist,
in this place that were given,
another slacker,
another lier,
another one whos way to tierd,
another fall of dusk,
another rise of dark,
another stone head set in place for us.

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Glory Road

there is no soft breeze,
in this never - ending winter,
its like a bad dream we cant stop imaging,
they say well be home soon,
but we know better,
were walking and breathing,
but our soul is not alive,
it seemed like the guns we held,
were just a harmless lie,
but we know different now,
for in our arms we hold mens lives,
and in our hopeless hearts,
we remember not,
the men who we made die,
we walk around,
heads angled down,
for our shame follows us around,
when we march heads fly up high,
for we are our country's pride,
but deep inside,
we suffer,
for tortous nights that lie ahead,
bringing us home cant help now,
for we are already dead,
we gave it all,
for what we thoguht,
was to be a glorious death,
but we know now,
this is no glory road.

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60 Years

the soft breeze of a newborn tree,
blowing softly in the spring,
so young and impressionable,
and easily swayed.
singing a song so simple soon to be changed,
flowers around and good in its heart,
thinking in only the present and now,
wondering what the world is like,
wishing for knowledge it will not like,
weeds around its pretty roots,
whispering words of abuse,
its learning things so obscene,
seeing actions cruel and mean,
knowing now its evil truth,
the trees blossoms turn to leaves.

Seasons change and summers here,
the tree ignores its ugly fears,
its growing oh so steadily,
questioning all it sees,
knowing now of all the lies,
seeing things it dose despise,
wondering how Gandhi closed his eyes,
and turned his back on this,
experiencing death first hand,
losing friends that don’t come back,
still learning what he had to know,
his brain hurting from what it holds,
its pushing him not to live,
instead slowly fade a wiser way,
his leaves change different shades.

he stays away,
from earth these days,
as fall is changing his ways,
he only talks to worthy things,
that understand the world isn’t what it seems,
he wishes he was simple minded,
and not as old and wise as he,
a wallflower is how he acts,
taking in what he sees,
but never moving or saying a thing,
he's not as wise as he wants to think,
he often dwells upon his past,
his years shortening he’s not immortal you see,
his leaves slowly disappear until he is left bare.

the cold and doom-like winter,
is the last of seasons he will see,
they say the good die young,
but he often wonders what is he,
he’s became of dark and death,
as cold air push the tree,
and now he awaits a simple fate,
we all die don’t we,
as he thinks of what he knows,
he is soon to see
what he is wasting,
no we're not immortal he thinks,
but all just a bit too late,
for now its time for fate,
his bark turns dark and he is cold,
buried beneath a sea of we.

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Dont Sorry Me.

i like to be alone,
in this house, 
thats not much of a home,
when your here,
its like a war zone,
little sparks set of fires,
its hard to ignore,
because all you do is swear,
its really hard to bare,
i cant take this anymore,
so they wonder about me,
you say they talk about you,
becasue of what ive done,
but dont be so hypocritical hun,
look at whats ahead for me,
this road of misery in place,
you cant stand it,
leave,
but im bound here,
and my roof is falling down,
and the ceiling leaks my tears,
the floor is all torn up,
my walls are painted blue,
im here alone agian,
and i cant stand a word you said.

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A Dream

with truth comes misery,
to realise our lies,
and know that the world has much to hide,
war is a death camp,
and freedoms a dream,
ideas we gave the young,
just to sleep,
i know about politics prejudice and pride,
i know what i was taught to fight for,
was a lie,
i know that fairness cant co-exist,
with humanities belief,
you deserve what you get,
with these thoughts about life,
you may argue with me,
but debating wont stop,
that this life,
is not reality

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Melancholy Window

Crystal clear streaks,
await on my empty window pane,
for someone to come and look through,
but the duty is mine,
to watch what the world hides
and keeps out of plain sight.

i take my seat,
on the side of dark,
where no one can see that i watch,
a pen in hand,
i write swiftly away,
the miseries i take into acount.

A girl i see first,
a smile about,
but through her,
i know what is wrong,
her eyes do not smile,
like the rest of her,
the cuts on her wrists,
only go to show.

as my eyes move about,
next a young boy,
weighed down,
by the weight of his life,
i pity his soul,
for i only know,
he is beaten,
for he is not smart.

over the street,
stands an old man,
tears dried over his face,
his mind is sleepy,
and ready to die,
for that ring
in his hands
only tells me,
the funeral of another,
has just began.

over a bit,
but not seeming as sad,
is the face of my old friend,
the veteran,
a war is his enemy,
terrified and scarred,
he watches our world,
but cant comprehend,
how did we ever forget.

down the block,
but still in the dark,
stands the profile,
of a widow,
she lost him long ago,
when they were 26,
blood in her arms,
and a missing heart.

the final person in my window,
is me,
lost in this world,
were death is all i see,
studying to hard,
in what shouldnt be,
but truth be told,
i like to be alone.

happy isnt for anyone,
for happy is a dream,
but in my world,
depressing,
is the definition of reality,
so by my window,
i sit and stay,
in hopes my feelings,
turn to apathy,
for this melancholy window,
says good musnt be.

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One Truth

tears hot on my skin,
i didnt know what i'd done,
till i was too deep in,
i miss your eager face,
replaced with lines of disgrace,
i know whats on your mind,
but im still waitiing untill you find,
words that fit my thoughtless crime,
i never planned to hurt you,
because my heart would ache with that,
i hope you know i love you,
its the one truth i cant forget..