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Peter Kiggin Poem
This is the greatest poem ever written
I am
You are
I am you
You are me
I want you
You want me
I am you
You are me
I am you
You aren,t me
I am not you
We are one
We are human
You are human
I am human
I am
You are
I
You
We are one
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Peter Kiggin Poem
The Ghost Train.
On the train thst rides alone,
Along this track of skin and bone,
Find locations to me ubknown
The Ghost train comes.
Sitting staring watching paths but which seems to me to be just laughs,
The ghost train comes.
Darker now the tunnels come,
Feelings gone and nothings done
Inlook for signs of were I have been
But cannot see becaude my eyes are dim,
The ghost train comes.
I,m on this train fir life I think
But ghost trains are'nt real just minds out of sync
Inlook outside the door is open,
My brain is all rattled slow and broken,
I step off now the train has gone
I reflect inside of what I have done,
For nine years I rode that train
I lost true love and half of my brain
And what I,ve learned is one damn thing
Don,t live your life to love one thing,
For me a little lives inside,
Still taking people for a ride,
So when you decide to take a train
Take the path that's true and sane,
Please don't live a life in vane.
THIS IS THE AGE OF THE TRAIN.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2026
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Whispers in tears of velvet squares apposed to yellow sunshine.
I can only sense in shades of the most prominent colours of the rainbows
I sit watching the crowds of people walking faster than he knows
You are untracable in waterfalls cascading trumpets playing all goes
We walk hand in hand to keep the demons aways from the scarecrows
Look at the diamond how prescoius it looks with all the colours of universe in rose
Sorry if this doesn,t catch your imagination but my time flies faster as time flows
Persist my friend because one day the arch of your back will bend and tomorrow you will be smaller and you will dose
Relinquish your arms and follow the sound of the tambourine bouncing in your head once it will say how it bows
Polite people follow me because I have dared to dream about the way that sorrow shows
Into your anguish tainted by members of the elite to watch you try once again in tatters as she grows
I feel complete in actions and intent while my dog snoozes for teztimecwill pose
Yes the whispering tears of velvet squares apose to yellow sunshine butvreme ber the white light alwaysxand forever glows.
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Money
I am not made of money but my clothes say I am
I am not made of money but my voice tells me I am
I am not made of money but society says I am
I am not made of money but my wife thinks I am
I am not made of money but my life says I am
I am not made of money but my history tells me I am
I am not made of money but the roman history tells me I am
I am not made of money but judas from the bible tells me I am
I am not made of money but God tells me I am not so I can be who I am
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Lola
Lola is the name of a woman I have just met
She is very familiar of my work as I always bet
I know she likes gospel music as she sings to set
Lola transcends my mind because I often let
She is very intelligent and gives advice to vet
I know I like her very much but she doesn,t want a pet
Lola is her name and her children offer her my debt
She is wonderful like a cherished person should always get
I know she has the brownest eyes of which I often look at and yet
Lola is her name and I feel wonderment in her company but we never ever really met.
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Audrey,s collection
Audrey,s is a woman that gives me regret
She wants to own me but I am a man who will endeavour yet
She covers me with kisses and we only just really met
She wears clothes out of marks and spencers garbage bin no debt
She wants what she wants and together we do well to forget
She lives in a penthouse in blackpool over looking the beach to set
She is so special I wonder what Ivwould have done if we never did collect
She is the master of human emotion of which I do beset
She lives inside my mind almost every moment she knows me best as I kiss her she has to emotionally wet
She is my woman and I don,t care whether she uses me as her next pet.
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Epic
I feel good in versache
I feel good in top man jeans
I feel good in pajamas
I feel good in all of my means
I feel good in a meteor storm
I feel good eating heinz baked beans
I feel good in the bahamas
I feel good oh god I,m in love with beatrice
I feel good just looking at you what are human beings
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