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