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Mark Crone Poem
To look into my eyes ,
Is to see a normal man ,
But try to understand me ,
Your soul will drown in the sea of sand ,
For I am nothing you could know ,
Nothing you have ever seen ,
It was I that took the Christ child ,
And did feast upon his screams ,
I care not for your life ,
Yet I hunger for your soul,
Forget not that I own the bridge ,
And your life is but a Toll .
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As the morning sunlight falls ,
On the dew laden flower ,
Workers stir within their beds ,
Blessing the minutes to the hour ,
The drunkard stirs in wind swept streets ,
As babies demand their feed ,
Whilst birds and bees take flight in hope ,
A new day in search of feed ,
But as the sun does slowly rise ,
All this would seem to cease ,
Fear not it is only intermission ,
In the next show of natures peace .
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Yes I am important !
I really think I am !
I do have a purpose !
Within Gods master plan ,
After all if I haven't ,
What would be my use ?
Why was I created ?
Mistake is no excuse ,
I am insignificant yet important ,
Like the handle on a knife ,
I am a spore among many ,
On the great mushroom of life .
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The Beginning of man,
Gods great creation ,
The dawn of dominance ,
And expectation ,
The beautiful earth ,
With infinite skies ,
Gods greatest gift ?
Or destruction in disguise ?
For man strives for power ,
Using any means ,
An assaulting nature ,
Of human beings ,
The end will soon be here,
When all beings die ,
Water will stop flowing ,
And darkness will fill the sky.
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I see her in the township ,
I see her in my sleep ,
I see her walking past me,
I'm the person on the street ,
I wish that you could see me ,
Want me like I want you ,
I wish that you could hold me ,
Like in my dreams you do ,
I know that it cant happen ,
For you to good for me ,
Ill always be the one on the street ,
You pass but never see .
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Life is a matrix ,
A labyrinth of sort ,
An easy way through ?
What an amusing thought .
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You know to be a Poet ,
Often inflicts great pain ,
Sharing your emotions ,
Over and Over again ,
Each interprets what they want to ,
Putting meanings where they don't belong ,
Creating their own impressions ,
Which are more than often wrong ,
Some say to be a Poet ,
Is a gift from God at birth ,
A form of communication ,
Between you the stars and earth ,
Remember a Poet has no privacy ,
No feelings he can hide ,
After all what you are reading now ,
Is the way I feel inside .
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