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Lessen the Load We Bare

You get on a train and search for a seat,

To take the pain away from your feet,

You couldn’t care less about whoever you nudge,

You find your rest and then begin to judge,

He’s a slob, they’re mad, he’s a bum, she drinks,

Shes a snob, he’s fat, they’re scum, he stinks,

But what if you stopped for a second and you saw them true,

That they’re not what you wreckoned, maybes no different than you,

Then take to rise and offer your place to someone in need,

Regardless of their size, class, age, race or creed,

Then when you eventually get home and at last you can relax in your chair,

The pain in your feet will soon go but never will the fact that you care.

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Does It Seem As If Im Dreamin

Does it seem as if I'm dreamin',
When I lay my head at night,
Or can you hear me screamin',
As I face my biggest fight,

Pictures of the past replayed,
A revolving reel of pain and dread,
An untold war taking place in the shade,
On a field of a pillow where I lay my head,

A relentless battle between good and bad,
With the only outcome guilt,
An endless torment designed for the mad,
A straight jacket for a quilt, 

Locked in a darkness where no light has shined,
Regret and anguish with no release,
A blackness deep inside my mind,
A tortuous turmoil with no relief,

So does it seem as if I'm dreaming',
When I lay asleep in bed, 
Or can you see the demon,
That I fight inside my head...

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Rope To Rope

A shining light where no one can see,
A breath of fresh air where no one can breathe,

A glimmer of hope in a place filled with doubt,
A belief you can cope until you get out,

A whisper of sanity when you're beginning to sway, 
A touch of humanity when it's slipping away, 

A helping hand when you need it the most, 
A release from the existence where you feel like a ghost,

Giving you life when you feel likes it gone,
Giving you fight and the will to go on ,

A place you can turn to when you're completely lost,
A face that will always be there for you, no matter the cost.

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Walking the Path of Wrath

Heckled hairs, fisted fingers,
Lips lowered to the left,
Nostrils flared as red mist lingers,
Growing greater with every breathe,

Peeled teeth, chin dipped in,
A ferocious frown hides his eyes,
Concealed beneath, an invictus grin,
As shadows fall down from the skies.

As rain reigns over his unsteered stare,
Blinkless he remains throughout,
Like an untamed flame without fear or care,
As instinct drains away any doubt.

Edged elbows, shoulders set,
Arms untied as they ride either side,
Knees creased, chest out pressed,
He stays calm as hes prized to a stride.

Lightening explodes declaring terror,
As night creeps closer with every sound,
The road implodes from the unairing tremor,
As his tightened toes grip the ground.


Forked fractures escape his standing,
Like tainted veins rupturing the earth,
They stalk and capture all with its branding,
As it takes claim to all in its birth.

Thunder snaps like cracked glass,
Fire breathes from beneath with a rage,
A hunters unmasked from within a black mass,
As the beast is released from its cage.

It follows its prey as its prowl is resumed,
Like unshackled hounds no longer confined,
Bellows echo through the rain as it howls at the moon,
The shattered surrounds leaving nowhere hide.

Fearless he treads to where from the growls dwell,
He's prepared and ready to fight,
As he nears he's swallowed into the bowls of hell,
Undeterred as he is fed to the night.

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As Whole As a Hole

I’m a T. Rex in an arm wrestle, 
I’m King Kong on roller skates,
I’m a rose surrounded by nettles,
I’m strong but can’t lift my own weight,

I’m a battle ship on the moon ,
A shining star in the middle of the day,
I’m a gold fork when all you need is a spoon,
I’m the fastest sprinter but running the wrong way,

I’m a superstar without a stage,  
Im a beacon but for the blind,
I’m an eagle confined to a cage,
I’m a leader but always behind,

I’m mountain under the ocean, 
I’m a song that’s never been heard,
I’m a rebel consumed by devotion,
I’m courage that’s never been dared, 

I’m a genius without field,
A parachute when your trapped in a cave,
I’m a guardian without a shield, 
Im a life raft that has no one to save,

A writer without a story,
Im a warrior without a sword,
A fighter that’s never felt glory,
I’m an angel without a lord,

Im sports car with only one wheel,
I’m a form that’s never been filed,
I am hurting but unable to feel,
Im a father that will never have a child.

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Time For Me To Sleep

Every night 
As I'm unwinding 
With the light
No longer blinding
Comes my plight
Which was residing
Out of sight
But only hiding

In the distance
I hear it creep
Though resistant
I cannot keep
As it's insistent 
That I peep
So To listen
Instead of sleep

With its grinding
It does so flauntingly 
As it's reminding
That it's haunting me
Forever binding 
I find so dauntingly
Inflicting my mind
As it's still taunting me

Every tick 
Gives me a crick
As I'm stricken by its sticks
As they click
Its like a tick
That is flicking at my wick
 
Every tock
It never stops
I hear it knock just so mock
Like rock
About to drop
As it locks me in these stocks

Forever turning
Never ending
As it's burning
Whist descending
No adjourning
No more pretending
That whats discerning
Is still impending
  
Though by the day
It's sound is drowned
But still it's prey
It hounds me down
So when I lay
Im found and bound
To here it play
It go round and round

It watches with persistence
As it stalks me with its knife
As it notches at my existence
As it chalks away my life
So it reminds me that I'm doomed
As I'm sorrowed by its chyme 
So I lie in bed consumed
That my life's on borrowed time 
 
So it is I live a life decreasingly
Every second I can't retrieve 
It's hands never releasing my
As I'm beckoned without reprieve
And I'll only sit here peacefully
When it's time for me to leave
And that will be when I cease to be
So for myself for now I'll grieve

As Im hindered by its infernal cumber
As relentless as its pursuit
I've surrendered, I'm just another number
And that it's pointless to refute
And I will face my eternal slumber
With not a word of a dispute
But only when I rest in a state of umber
And I'm pushing up the routes

So until then, when the bell doth toll
Pity me, allow my torchered soul untether
Let me fill this bottomless hole
With dreams of being free to stroll forever.

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Just Let It Burn

Imagine you're on fire,
And it's ever since you can remember,
And flames get ever higher,
Yet will never turn to ember,

Forever screaming for release,
But the inferno never dies throughout your cries,
Always increases never ceases,
It drys your eyes although you try,

Now imagine you found hope,
Something to take away the torcher,
So just one second you can cope,
As the scorched is tamed by water,

Like it's the first time you've felt rain,
And never felt so free before,
But soon all pains regained, 
You need it again, but it takes more and more,

But always knowing when the feeling goes,
And your curse comes to return,
That the hurt you show forever grows,
And even worse will it still burn,

But now it's not just about the flames,
As the smoke takes away your breath,
And all the rain in the world can't douse the pain,
As now you slowly choke to death.

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Livinginoblivion

An abattoir of rotten meat
Necks rung as they were slaughtered
They loiter down a forgotten street
Dreams hung, drawn and quartered 

Hookers stuck in bimbo limbo
Faceless faces, made up names
Hooked on drugs, stood akimbo
Wasted spaces, paraded shame

Toothless trolls lay in wait
As stagnant as the pool they hide
Ruthless souls engrained with hate
Only fragments residual inside

Crooked crooks left to languish
They drift as if in the gallows
Luckless looks bereft from anguish
As they shift amongst the shadows

Exiled from humanity
An island for the lost
Asylum for insanity
Where all the damned are tossed

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Liable Android

Am I just an android
Programmed by the media
My bible is the tabloids
I rely on what they feed ya

Not liable for my thoughts I thought
As I’m told just what to do
But in the middle, I’m caught quite short
Because what I’m taught might not be true

Tell you this, they tell you that
They tell you contradictions
So when the  hits the fan
Its by your own convictions

The choice is yours, its your perspective
Though what your shown is shown through theirs
They show you wars, that they’ve elected
So all you know is what they care to share

They make it look like it’s the truth
But their message is subliminal
We take their lies and doctored proof
So our presumptions make us criminal

You try to read between the lines
But that’s where their intentions lay
So try to recognise these signs
Before your morals are led astray.

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The Creek

Like a mist on an either lake
I haunt you through the day
You twist from a dreary ache
As I taunt you from the shade

Anxious in your chest
A whisper in the distance
I crank up your unrest
As I linger in your existence 

I’m the chill that’s in your bones
When you sit at home at night
That uneasy feeling your not alone
As I watch whilst out of sight 

I lie in wait for you to sleep 
Til’ when your least aware
Then it’s time for me to creep
As I creek upon each stair

My shadow drifts across the wall
A silhouette that claws the air 
Distorted as it hits the hall
A freak that lifts your hair

Unconscious you don’t know this
What leaking through your door
I push it open, you won’t notice
As I sneak my way towards

I leer at your bedside
You shiver as it turns cold
Fear runs through your mind
Like an icy river through your soul

I scratch the dreams from your head
To revel in your nightmare
I latch onto the streams of all your dread
As I bathe in them whilst I stare

I stay until the light breaks
But in the shadows I do remain 
I wait in lay for night to take
When I can Creek my way to you again.