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Robert Whitby Poem
To explain in detail, is to take away,
away from the feelings I wan to convey
My heart is inspired for a short burst of time,
so I must find the words quick, and make them rhyme.
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Lost your innocence, yourself, your mind in the polarization.
You never stood for what was right, just the next sensation.
You mimic and mirror so well, the look of conviction
But your beliefs and words are just a work of fiction.
Stand aside, for the true warriors are here
purge your soul, make a stand or live forever in fear!
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Come with me to the abyssal plain of humanity
where nothing is real, not even sanity
where there no such thing as love and trust
just contempt, want and lust
where cynical minds play at your fears
where the only laughter is sneers and jeers
a very cold and distant place
where the kindest of you have spat in my face
compassion and love I heard them say
but I've watched everyone of them turn away
where The churches are filled with sacrilegious people
with their mahogany benches and golden steeples
Where they call themselves the consumer culture
Where the green eyed monsters fight like vultures
Where I look out my door and all I see
is the land of the me, from sea to polluted sea.
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Every time I see you my heart starts to race
when you try to pretend, just to save face
I know you feel the way that I do
cause I'm weird and clumsy just like you
You're tall and beautiful with rhythms and curls
with a beauty inside not seen in most girls
you wear your heart on your sleeve, and try to hide from me
but your feelings are obvious and plain to see
don't worry what others might think or say
because to me you're perfect in every way.
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Imitate, emulate, the way of the primate
unenlightened spirits control and subjugate
Your eyes can't see and your ears can't hear
that loss of the known is your actual fear
Everyone talks, but few people know
that change is crucial and needed to grow
Pry your eyes open and keep your heart pure
get acquainted with yourself and you'll know that for sure
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Shell of a man is what I am,
once loud and proud, now I can't stand.
I once had plenty, and I gave it,
now have nothing, and no friends to take it.
Admired, inspired, alive and on fire
to degraded, jaded, faded and dire.
I cry out to god "why oh why"
but only rain and silence come from the sky.
I've carved and whittled, tried to make something,
till it was all gone and I was left with nothing.
The dice are loaded, I just can't win,
I'm tired of failing again and again.
I'll just resign to hang my head lowly,
what doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
but some things kill you slowly.
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I Used to wax and wain, perigee and apogee
I used to flow harmoniously with the rest of humanity
so eclectic now I lack identity
To ebb and float sounds like serenity
but i tell you my friend it's complete insanity
to know for certain that all is vanity
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Everyday is a battleground, I fight for every breath,
struggling to keep the pain of life from outweighing the finality of death.
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I am a man, polished and refined
there's mystery in my eyes not easily defined
I command my respect not with aggression
not physical prowess or possession
My will is of kindness, strength and transcendence
not ill will, ego and vengeance.
I have no need to impress anyone else
I have confidence, trust and respect in myself
No need to beat down and belittle another
I use my strength to lift up my brother
I will conquer my addictions, my demons and fears
growing ever stronger throughout my years
I will never stand idle and sit on a shelf
I will forge temper and master myself
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There's a black hole in the peaceful blue I've torn open
I stand on the event horizon against it's vacuum, like wind to a boulder
I shake off the delirium focus my eyes and collect my thoughts
In the distance i see an orange shining star and 8 planets
The change of scenery is blissful, but I can not rest here
Scared but determined, my knees tremble as I prepare to lasso the comet
I know this steed well in my 76 years and there's no need to tame it
As I get off at the milky-way and ride the rocket home
I smile in anticipation to the common man's woes.
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