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Cecil Humphries Poem
Is there a beast so fierce,as to have no pity. To make tears of blood,run from an unborn childs eyes. Must sweet roses die,as they dry up and wither. A portrait of insanity,young children marching off to war. No man is an island,nightmares wake us ever screaming. Thieves come forward,dressed in the guise of politicians. To crush our dreams and hopes,with false promises and lies. Rule number one,is young fools die in useless wars. Like sand in an hour glass,time is trapped forever. Inside one man's pain,is another man's pleasure. Found hiding in the shadows,underneath a killing moon. Bells they do toll,and death stands forever laughing. As the soils of this earth,run forever red with blood. The crimson smell and taste,ever present in your senses. Like lambs in a field,ever moving to the slaughter. Old politicians start wars,yet the young die and suffer. Nowhere to turn and run,when caught within insanity. Brother killing brother,over things they fail to understand. Living in a nightmare,where the beasts are politicians.
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Seen through the eyes,of the dead and dying. Sad pain ever remembered,within a heartache. Young people ever die,to preserve a way of life. War is such a sin,mankind killing off it's children. In Flanders Field,white crosses seem so endless. And poppies grow, the color of fresh blood. A sad reminder,of things so soon forgotten. That wars forever kill, our sons and daughters. We live within our pains,forever crying. As war toys,ever crush and grind our bones. Thoughts within our minds,so often trampled down. For in weighs upon the shoulders,of all mankind. Within the fields,tear drops in crimson falling. Ever flowing down the cheeks,of baby soldiers. And pain ignites,like an out of control fire. Within the hearts and souls,of mothers and fathers. In the end,we must remember that war is painful. And therefore must be stopped,before it starts. The young and innocent,forever give their flesh and blood. While politicians who start wars,ever stay at home relaxing. And in Flanders Fields,the blood red poppies grow. In among white crosses,ever becoming more and more. And we seem so much better,at attending to the flowers. Then we are,at ever watching our children grow old.
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Prisoners within a cell,a cell without a key. Placed upon this earth,to watch insanity unfolding. Atomic bombs explode,with unclear pain and devastation. Were slowly ever dying,from unleashed radiation. To tear apart the world,lost without intention. As dreams of future pass,before our crying eyes. The future seems a lie,reflected from the past. Mistakes ancestrally made,strive to slap our faces. Picture earth destroyed,by particals of dust. Radiating death,devoured within by breathing. Cancer within cells,bleeds us from within. Nowhere to turn and run,From invisible molestation. To live forever lost,in dreams of future disappearing. A world turned upside down,and inside out. Buried underneath,mistaken lies and degradation. A world moving ahead,yet dying in the process.
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A tattoo drawn,unlike no other. Embossing skin,with inks of color. Dragons,snakes,and other whims. Upon the skin,of a living canvas. Sometimes we wish,these things to be. A colored dream,that we can see. A picture postcard,for eyes to vision. For some a concept,for some revulsion. Beauty is,what the eye beholds. Some say yes,and some say no. For some it's art,for some it's not. But the choice is yours,and yours alone. To dream a dream,unlike no other. And place this dream,in living color. Embossing skin,with inks of color. A tattoo drawn,unlike no other.
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What is,is not often what was. For what once was,a mere childhood saying. Step upon a crack,and break your mothers back. Is not the a same crack,of todays childhood. What once were,playful words of childhood. Now lead to a world,of painful addiction. For stepping upon,the crack of today. Means dividing that drug,to spread it even farther. Dreams of childhood,so often they change. But change is painful,when it becomes a nightmare. Words are strange,like falling through the cracks. Means being lost,inbetween the lines. Cocaine has lines,and crack is crack cocaine. It's also called rock,and "The Rock" was a prison. And "The Rock" was a prison,of impossible escape. And so too is the drug,an inescapable sentence. Crack is not,a drug of mere escape. First time out,it hooks your soul forever. And as it steals your life,it also steals from others. Who you once were,to family, friends and lovers. Trust is a word,that is no longer given. For to buy your crack,you'll take what's ungiven. Acceptance soon turns,into doors that are locked. And pain in the hearts, of those who once cared.
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Across the great divide,moon shadows scream and cry. Old nightmares haunt your sleep,nowhere to run and hide. The radio sings loud,as music crawls through dreams. Four headless horsemen mount,and ride through bloody streams. Return to olden days,when justice was your honor. Battles fought with sword and shield,life harsh and yet so noble. Knights of old reborn,with chain mail hanging down. Swords shine throughout the dark,as lightning flashes down. Ride into your past,and cut the nightmares down. Scream out your battle cry,and be forbidding in appearance. Now stand your ground forever,don't let your fellow man down. Fight for what is truth,ride out and slay the dragons.
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Outside is a world. That I no longer recognize. Wind whistles through the trees. And we laugh as others die. We call ourselves human beings. But were wild animals to the bone. Making bombs,guns and knives. To kill our fellow humans. We laugh at the tragedies. That other people face. Some kill just for the fun. Then laugh at others pain. When we've killed everything. That lives upon this planet. What shall then remain. Nothing more than dust and silents.
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If the white rose. Could only see,through the eyes of the black rose. If the black rose. Could only see through the eyes of the red rose. If the red rose. Could only see through the eyes of the yellow rose. And if the yellow rose. Could only see through the eyes of the white rose. If only to walk a mile. In the shoes of your brothers and sisters. Would this not lead to understanding. In a world that sometimes seems so insane. It's hard to find tears of joyful laughter. As inhumanities grow within realities insanity. And therefore all is lost within your focus. When you see the thorns,but fail to see the roses. This world that we reside upon. Is becoming an unleashed inferno. No more sweet dreams for to unfold. Of a world to call our paradise. It's forever slipping slowly slipping. Into a world of pure mad ravings. It's a shame the things we sometimes do. Prejudice unfolding, is a crime against mankind.
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Long before the ships came sailing. Living here was the first nation. They sat within the circle. Inside dreams and sacred visions. At peace with mother nature. Earth, the moon and sun. They hunted what they needed. Then asked the beasts forgiveness. Many moons have come and gone. And the buffalo are few. In the valley of dead warriors. They ever weep sad tears. The white man came with lies. And his shallow little dreams. He stole away their future. Inside pain and degradation. We must ever walk in shame. From the pain ancestors cause. By the greed within sad lies. That destroys a nations people.
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Unicorn with ivory horn. A mythical beast of legends. Flying high in open sky. Where black and white don't matter. Lost dream or the truth. Who can ever really say. Just let me ride upon your back. So I can taste the freedom. Lonely dream but I believe. You were here at one time. A dreamers dream of real life. That exist within each being. Paper moons and small white lies. A beast thats lost in time. I believe you still survive. Within some peoples minds. Wandering as a free soul. Throughout a misty land. Flying high within a world. Uninhabited by man.
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