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Christopher Norbut Poem
How many more lives?
How many more lies?
How many more years?
How many more tears?
How many more times do I have to see images of our future being sent home in
a box?
How many more tears do I have to shed for the families and spirits that are
broken and shattered?
Why cant I help them?
Why cant we all rise as one and help each other?
Why why why?
How many more families can go on?
Go on without help from our government?
How many more times do we have to sit in wonderment,"Why cant I be free?
Why cant I break these shackles that wont let me flee?
Who is to blame?
The ghosts from the past?
The killers of the present?
or the Demons of future?
What did we do so wrong?
Did we have faith in a system that failed and got the gong?
What did the man at the gates say that got us turned away?
What did the past teach us?
Where can we go to find our hero?
Where can we be free and realize our past is as painful as our present?
Where can I go to cry and wish all the planet was dying?
Who can we blame?
The leaders or the hall of shame?
The hall of ghosts that echo our names?
The war is outside our door.
Let anger ring free and let the guilty hit the floor.
Let our frustrations hit an alltime high.
To coexist with our gasoline fly-by.
Who, What, Where, When, Why?
Heed the warnings from the future from the present and the past.
For we not know when we will breathe our last breath.
Look for help from above.
Need not shout out in anger if no answer from above.
For those that believe we will always be loved.
Copyright © Christopher Norbut | Year Posted 2005
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I see the tears in your eyes that keep shining.
You are a star in my cloud filled night.
I loathe to think that our love will sink.
Why arent you with me tonight?
Why do we always have to fight?
The coolness of your soul keeps me burning.
The power of your touch keeps me turning.
My head is shaking and my heart is aching.
Come on babe, come join me tonight.
You told me you would be with me forever.
Promised to love me and be true.
You swore that you would never leave.
What ever happened to you?
You thought our love would never be shown up.
I told you I would make all your wishes come true.
This isn't the first time I have been lost and alone.
You got me sitting here feeling sad and blue.
I stand in the snow waiting for you.
I watch my friends go to the bars downtown.
I have all night, doesn't matter, as I wait for you.
The hell with this, I am going home.
I think I will pick up the phone.
Glancing at the clock.
I see it is immobile like a giant rock.
I try to call and all I do is hang up and crawl.
The stars fill my room, as I wait our impending doom.
I met you in a neon light last night.
You were inches away.
I wait to run with you in the fields.
During the month of May.
Oooh the sunny days.
You call back and my voice is starting to shiver.
My eyes are filling with tears.
You said you love me, yet you are being consumed by fear.
All I ask of you is that you love me.
No matter what I say.
I'm just a fool waiting with the pain.
Come on with me.
One more dance in the rain.
One more run from the pain.
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She uses words like "addiction"
A cocaine melody.
Paints her self portrait.
Cries at the infamy.
She's a angel, oh yea, she's a angel.
Tries to cope with her feelings.
Pain, anger and misery.
A picture of her boyfriend.
Sitting in perfect harmony.
She's my angel, love her completely.
She's my angel.
She says she love her cocaine.
They toke her out of her brain.
Oh baby, she's a cocaine angel.
She keeps the pipe in her purse.
she keeps her clothes in the hearse.
The pipe is her's, who she never has met.
The clothes are singing her favorite verse.
She lights up the pipe and stares into the night.
She pulls her hair back and see's that this isn't right.
The pain comes and the pain goes.
She sits and laughs at the burning stones.
She doesn't use words like "addiction".
She doesn't know of the cocaine melody.
Rips down the self portrait.
Cries at the image on the tattered canvas screen.
She's still my angel, oh yea, she's my angel.
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Christopher Norbut Poem
Misery on a Summer's Day
I notice that it slips away to grey.
The clocks they tick away.
Misery, Misery. dying reflections of what used to be.
I was her dove, she was my dream.
It's now a million years till my queen.
I remember how we used to be.
I showed her who was really me.
Not afraid of my queen.
We are a million tears from teens.
Misery, Misery, the pain has not gone away.
I remember the sunny days.
The calander, it slips to May.
I will get you back someday.
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While the Iraqi sun burns through to their eyes.
While the derreks crash and the people sigh.
While there's a smell of blood and the famines get a letter of pain.
All we know is what we are told.
The song will remain the same.
Yes, they keep on dying.
The planes keep on flying.
The families keep on fighting.
While our government blinds us with race, religion and greed.
We live on for our healthcare and soldiers needs.
We fight for our tradition.
Yes, they keep on dying.
The planes keep on flying.
The families keep on fighting.
When God gives us his justice from the sky.
He will shoot down the people who dictate who lives and dies.
The answers we have will all be a thing of the past.
Whatever we need.
Whatever the greed.
Whatever happens.
We will keep on fighting, sighing, as the soldiers keep on dying.
Copyright © Christopher Norbut | Year Posted 2005
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