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Will of Men

if not for men
and their will 
to open
their fists 
and their hearts
tragic feminine
beasts of burden
the will of men
still in their carts

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Plural

the human races
color
seperates us
infuriates us
words
divide us
suicide us
violence
drives us
deprives us
if
peace
provides us
guides us
actions
enlight us
unite us
color
eludes us
includes us
the human race

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Mudd

the days of a man 
recklessly spending 
his chivalry 
expecting to cuddle 

are wasting away 
I think that they're ending 
now he's a fool 
with a coat covered puddle 

nature gave preference 
but with man's dominance 
came a wonderful reverence 
it's termination 
isn't worth the severance 

women round the world 
seem to lose their voice 
in the lands were the men 
don't give it by choice 

the women in my world 
have men on their side 
on the road to freedom 
they're invited to ride 

tragic to me 
they can't seem to rejoice 

it wasn't our lock 
but we gave you the key 
so I wish you could see 
liberator, not oppressor 
when you look at me

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Green

the moon
the skies
these distant things
that have our eyes

we should adjust
our gaze
end our unjust
ways
limited
are our final days

look around
focus down
or in the earth's rath
we will drown

technology proud
egotistic and loud
our nature
to over-croud

toxic pollution
no action towards solution
the food chain needs 
a new revolution

for all these years
earth met life's every need
but it can't keep up
with human greed
we'll graze it down
to the very last seed

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Distance

a seperate entity
comfortable alone
seeking no identity
an empty vicinity
no foreign light shone
solitary ability

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Medication

these words can't be mine
they sound from a mind
that's health is not fine

they're full of help 
and hope
and sorrow and rope

its hard to tell
if the writer can or can't 
cope

does he need prosac
or just a fat sack
of dope

maybe i should try it
i wish the voices would
quiet

one says i should feast
one says i should daint
one says you're a saint, you filthy beast

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Begin

who's to say
who knows the way
who chose today
who's will is to stay
who'll keep temptation away
who's opinion won't sway
who's moment can't delay
it's me
hooray

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Less

my heart is thin 
I can't let you in 
fractures and slices 
from the pain of love's vices 
dulled to the feelings 
and the taste of what life is 
when a mutual eye 
says give hello a try 
I just start at the end 
and start with good bye 
to be fearless 
and tearless 
would be traits 
i'd hold dearest 
but sorrow and doubt 
are the things I have nearest 
of all joy i'm bereft 
empty and loveless 
the shell I have left 
my contents looted 
no risk of theft

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Free

the broken voice
in only dreams
sings
lifted safely
on unconscious
wings
of joy and love
it can speak these
things

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Sing

when life's lifting wing 
lifts a man who will sing 
his love   
to sleep 
and she wants him to 
nothing from them   
that fate can keep 
her familiar face 
pressed against his chest 
three sixty degree beauty 
but this angle is best 
heart felt song 
wonderful night 
stretches long 
a soothing symphony   
from the heart of he 
comfort and peace 
nothing is wrong 
but he and she 
turned out to be 
loves best tragedy 
this diminished façade 
that's left to see 
the talking ruins   
of what once was me 
no where near 
what would and should be 
an immortal romantic   
that no longer believes 
in love 
or in poetry 
with a single fling   
of my hearts golden ring 
this broken man   
will no longer sing

Copyright © Bob Johnson | Year Posted 2014


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