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Andrew Hart Poem
What did you do to be so tired,
You are to young, why aren't you awake all wired?
Is it because you weren't good at your job, and got fired?
So sad, here's something that will leave you inspired.
Get some sleep and wake up real early,
Especially if you were out last night all surly.
You don't want your brain to become all curly
Hibernation in fact too becoming all burly.
Laziness isn't the factor right here
It's cockiness and attitude adjustments, no fear.
Be sincere with all that you do,
Consider the other option of darkness subdued.
Copyright © Andrew Hart | Year Posted 2014
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Andrew Hart Poem
Leader Of The Pack
Impossible to lead if you weren't born within a seed.
Some structural integrity, maybe a position indeed?
Did anyone say you were in line?
This is the only way you must travel incline
Question? Have you been a follower before?
Then you'll know this; Face landing at the Exit Door.
Being born to lead many where there is so few,
Your first task should easy if you want to.
Lead On, passed the great white lights
Passed anyone's annoyance or indulging insights.
It's your job to lead barbarically through.
Checkpoint, your goals are posted too.
The program already can be installed on your hand.
All you need to do is yell out a command.
It's End Game lead on and be true,
This is not a test, it's a life meant for you.
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Andrew Hart Poem
Wandering ways without whispering words.
Who would wonder why?
Wanting, waiting, wondering within.
Will witty wisps win waging wars?
With wooing wowing Women.
Wandering ways without whispering words.
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How hard is it to get ahead in the this world,
When governments and societies fold
Their hands and say to everyone
We're going through harsh times.
How does the trust of the one's in charge,
Bend laws and force opinions based
On capitalist ideals to bend the truth
To try to keep a peace beyond their grasp.
O how. O how. Can this be?
What can this destitute world now offer thee?
Regain yourself, O mighty one! Punch Forth!
Offer the world your firstborn Son!
T'is the end of times, but you can still trust me!
There's always someone there.
Lay down your ragged soul at last,
Your journey is at an end it seems
Lay down your trust in the only one who Beams
His Sunshine Will Offer You Rest.
My Man J.C.
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Andrew Hart Poem
Tarnishing through timing
Three times trustingly
Triple traps tripping too
Trounced twice tingling
Telepathically trudging
Teaming tremendous tasks
Tell Timmy to take tally
Tarnished Through Timing
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Andrew Hart Poem
This what would happen in an alternate Universe
Many things would be different and oceans dispersed.
There's no such thing as hunger, water or air.
Because everyone's a vapor without any care.
C
We float around ambiguously trying to speak
Listening to the sounds of the impermeable weak
No one told you about this project ongoing
It's called X gene, selfless absorbing
R
It turns you into a gene pooled blob
Alters your DNA and pops your corn cob
Making popcorn with your soul
Seemingly making you whole.
A
This is what happens when you take too much
Your brain will end up on the sidewalk and such
Basically you won't ever come back
From smoking and smoking that god awful crack.
C
Drugs are bad mmkay
This what I say
K
Stay in drugs, go to milk and don't do school.
See what happens, now who’s the fool?
Anyone annotates astutely astounds
But baby bounces ballistic-ally brags
Can catching crazy come coining creativeness?
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Boom!!!
Everything goes flying
In the room!!
Units multiplying
Let me zoom
In on the carnage caused
From blown up pieces
Tossed abroad
Now it ceases
How powerful the wrecking crew
Imagining it's all about you
Now lessen your anger justly so
Make sure you're never left below
The Dynamite!
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Withered the grapevines,
Consumed by wine connoisseurs.
Dust settles around what could have been.
A glorious monument shriveled with sin.
Sun scorthing the earth. Nothing shall live.
The most powerful fist, hand open to give.
Remains clenched at the site.
For you to forgive.
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Andrew Hart Poem
Does being rich equal money and royalties?
Full of the Earth's "Spoil me Please!"?
Look around you when you are eating your steak,
Point out everyone who's completely fake.
Those who were never in your shoes,
Who never sang the world's blues.
Always complained about what they had,
Misplaced in the world which remains so sad.
Remember what you have in a world that runs fast
Someone who cannot run like you, left in the past.
Would love to be where you are and pass it down
Because some will never know what it means to have a crown.
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Andrew Hart Poem
Bipolar Brain
Will mental illness drive you insane,
Or will it force you to remain.
Locked up inside
Like a prisoner on death row
Barred in like somebody we used to know.
Prison wouldn't be so bad to me,
If I was wasn't already locked down, you see
In my own body I cannot move
Trapped inside a dimension we're trying to prove.
Maybe one day I'll be as free as a bird
Then hopefully I'll be heard.
Until that day where freedom is granted,
People continue to look at me slanted.
Like I'm so different from you or anyone,
I think you would listen if I brandished my gun.
That's how it feels on any given day
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