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Loss

To all who may never know
Let me try to show
The deep and heavy cost
Of having tragic loss

Confusion and disbelief
Strikes hard before the grief
Many wounds cut deep
And pain denies you sleep

Gut wrenching turmoil deep inside
Shattering sorrow you cannot hide
Heart pounding blood into your head
Wishing now, you too were dead

Clutching at your belly
For the one you loved so dearly
Crumbling from the pain
You'll never be the same

When that fateful message comes
Burning like a thousand suns
And tears of dread, sting your face
Joy makes way, for sorrow, takes it's place

The tears will go one day
This is what they say
While every day you're trying
To keep yourself from crying

Those memories together were made
These memories they will not fade
And reopen the cuts of wounds so deep
These bloodied treasures that you keep

No potion can ever mend
No dressing can ever tend
As days and months have gone away
This festering rage is here to stay

Till the time is come again
That tragic day is like a stain
That time will never be gone
Where their spirit last shone

The moment it draws near
As you fight back the tear
This pain you cannot bear
For it has been one year

As you sit back and swallow the drink
And feel your life begin to sink
And darkness comes around
The room no longer makes a sound

You sit in place and stare
No more their love to share
You pray the silence take me
From visions I do not wish to see

Ten years on today
It's still not gone away
This deep and heavy cost
This truly tragic loss

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Nature

Nature

As I walk through the forest
I hear the silence of the wood
Nature is at contest
Where beasts once stood

The wind rustling the trees
Shaking to the ground
Earth creeping with weeds
Smell nature all around

Creatures climbing high
Beasts burrowing deep
No birds in the sky
Cause nature to weep

As the one on two arrives
And takes nature in threes
Those on four will not survive
Save the five he never sees

This new beast that comes
And ploughs the land
Nature come undone
By this one hand

All the animals they scatter
To lands far and wide
As nature begins to shatter
Turn, to run and hide

Blood spills over the earth
From this hand that strikes
Against nature's last birth
The cry that fills the nights

As the earth turns to mud
I hear the silence of death
With a resounding thud
Nature takes it's last breath

As man turns and walks away
His unholy quest now done
Head hung low in dismay
For now in nature there is none

Falling to his knees
Precious air has gone
Along with the trees
Natures vengeance is long

Too late does man learn
That nature holds all
These things that he yearns
And by ignorance he'd fall

His body by earth reclaimed
To bring about new life
Man's name once shamed
Nature, reborn without strife

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The Coward Man Is

Isn't it funny, the coward man is...
Calls himself the apex predator...
Yet scared as a puppy he'll wizz...
Without his hand held terminator...

We fight bulls and cry glory...
While we blind and maim...
To ensure our victory...
By crippling till lame...

Big cats and bears...
Detoothed and declawed...
For he who dares...
To pit dog to be mauled...

Standing with aim from afar...
In the distance his quarry stands proud...
Earths growing battle scar...
His fanfare to the cheering crowd...

If man was no coward...
He'd face this beast alone...
Moving ever forward...
With a dulcet tone...

He'd need no tool of death...
His awe would tenfold...
At the width and breadth...
Of the beauty that nature does hold...

Oh what cowards we are...
To feel superior if only...
We hold the card...
That makes the wild so lonely...

But what greatness we'd have...
To lower and humble ourselves...
At the mighty beasts grave...
Our grief would turn sand to salve...

We cowards that kill...
Abuse and defile and destroy...
And yet this earth will ever still...
Give life to all manner of girl and boy...

So cowards, it is time...
To stand tall and throw off...
The mantle without spine...
And say, today it's enough...

We cowards that were...
Shall kill no thing...
Resurrect and prosper...
All that is living ...

And cowards no more...
We of human race...
Shall love all score...
Of sentient trace...

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We Are Not the Same

"We are not the same"

A man is born to a gentle tune
The world looks on in shame
One day his spirit will fairly bloom
The world is not the same

A woman is born with calloused hands
The world looks upon her in disgust
By her own measure she will stand
Upon her strength the world will trust

While parents share confused looks
And holy men say their prayers
So it is written in the books
These children can not be theirs

And as these two will grow
They are only boy and girl in name
For these two lovers know
Their world is not the same

The boy will look upon another
As the girl will find her own
This boy will never create a mother
This girl, a boy has never known

The young man stands proud
Another such as he, at his side
With them the girl shouts loud
Their true nature, they will not hide

This man and woman shall shine
Their wild hearts, never tame
For gay love, has come the time
That old world, is no longer the same

To this world is born a different sort
And with it a new love came
And now prejudice must be cut short
For we accept, we are not the same

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Beautiful People

Beautiful people
Standing around
Eyes are closed
They make no sound

Beautiful people
Hurting souls
Ailing loved ones
Life's black holes

Beautiful people
Life gives and takes
Deaths door opens
A new existence awaits

Beautiful people
Sharing pain
As beloved kin
Aren't seen again

Beautiful people
They're gone for now
No rhyme or reason
No telling how

Beautiful people
Suffering loss
Lives are taken
By the coins wicked toss

Beautiful people
Never knowing why
The end has come
The time is nigh

Beautiful people
Friends are gone
To shores unknown
Led by the holy one

Beautiful people
Watching them die
Departing souls
The bodies last sigh

Beautiful people
It hurts inside
When they must go
Share sorrow far and wide

Beautiful people
The heart does love
Beautiful people
Watching from above

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I Love You More

As sure as the sun lights the morning
My heart will be yours
With each new day dawning
I love you more

Whether skies be grey or blue
My heart will be yours
With every sunrise anew
I love you more

What shadows may befall
My heart will be yours
Come springtime or fall
I love you more

In rain or shine
My heart will be yours
Till the end of time
I love you more

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Rain

Out of the blue
And into the grey
As the clouds roll by
The sun goes away

As the rain settles down
And washes the air
Tomorrow will be
Light, crisp and fair

Puddles on the road
Mud in  the driveways
And grass that is wet
Such are summer days

The sound of the drips
Of rain drop splashes
The rumbles above
And lightning flashes

The chill that it brings
A cool from the heat
Making life fresh
And the air smelling sweet

Then the rain goes away
And the sun peeks out
The kids run outside
And jump, and scream, and shout

Out of the grey
And into the blue
The clouds are all gone
The day's bright and new

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Poetry Sucks

Poetry sucks
It pulls you in
And never lets you go

Poetry sucks
The words from within your soul
And sprays them across the pages

Poetry sucks
Your very essence out of you
And coats the world in magic

Poetry sucks
The core of life into being
And breathes awareness to us all

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Enough - Part I

Shut up!, Shut up!
I can't take this any more
Shut up!, Shut up!
I'm heading for the door

Wake up!, Wake up!
You drunken bastard
Wake up!, Wake up!
Once again you're wasted

Go on!, Go on!
Go ahead and hit me
Go on!, Go on!
Go ahead and leave me

I'll get you!, I'll get you!
I'll stick a knife inside
I'll get you!, I'll get you!
You will take death's ride

Enough!, Enough!
You've hit me way too much
Enough!, Enough!
That will be your last punch

I'll hack!, I'll slash!
I'll cut your striking hand
I'll hack!, I'll slash!
I'll kill you where you stand

The blood!, The blood!
Oh my God, what have I done?
The blood!, The blood!
I hear the sirens, here they come

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Eagles Dream

Soaring through the sky
Floating on air
Masquerading flight
Do what no others dare

Swooping, diving, falling
Screeching, hear your calling
Up on currents ever free
This is the eagles dream

Glory in flight
Wings of splendour
Vision in sight
Raptor in view

Swooping, diving, falling
Screeching, hear your calling
Up on currents ever free
This is the eagles dream