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Sean Givens Poem
I once met a penguin who never felt cold
So he thought it was normal apart from the mold
He bathed in the sun day in and day out
He never knew snow or what winter was about
And then one day came a storm and with it the snow
He thought what is this feeling that I’ve never known
He slid pm his belly, He had such a blast
He took to the climate unnaturally fast
He stayed out all day and thought to himself
What is it that brought him the brand new sense of self
So he we to the people he thought were his friends
He asked them why was he happier then
And they simply replied….
You are a penguin.
Copyright © Sean Givens | Year Posted 2015
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This lonely heart
The only heart to ever hurt this way
I’m all alone
My God is gone
So every day I pray
I loved myself, I did
I hid from all my present problems
To die, would simply set me free
So throw me to the lava
And let me burn as Satan yearns
To accept me into Hell
And my day of death was Gods request
You’re a waste
I heard him yell
So fall I will
As my body chills
Die at an age so young
From me God hid
Our God he did
For I am not his Son
And now I learned
But now I’ll burn
That is the fate for me
I lived in Sin so now I’m condemned
For Eternity
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The reaper came
My soul was slain
My body left for dead
He rose his hands in deathly stance
An ax went through my head
His face so black
He then pulled back
And swung his ax again
He dropped his with such a whack
And put on his evil grin
The reaper shook
My body took
My soul with him to hell
And what remained
Of my brain
He picked up and took as well
He took my name
He took my fame
My life I’d lived in sin
He had no shame
He felt no pain
Or sorrow from within
But I shall live again
The flames of hell
Returned the smell
Of bad things I had done
He made me dark
In every part
A monster I’d become
The devil sat in a chair
And Spat
It was an ugly sight to see
I looked at him
That man is sin
And he’s my God to be
The devil spat at me
From his chest
At my request
He laughed so deep and loud
I have to be
I must be free
But that he won’t allow
This place I hate
I must escape
Or I at least should try
Where I would go
I do not know
But somewhere I would find
The devil has to die
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Eloquent with words
Or so she seems to think
Although spoken from my hand
They’re still exactly what I think
Working for the purpose just to speak the lesson Life has taught
Searching for that person I can make forget me not
Posing as a poet
Out of chaos rose a legend
A belief of strange creations
Within this myth was born a passion
And a path straight toward damnation
A gift to never be forsaken
Behold the bastard child before your eyes
Here lies a mans mistake in flesh
They yanked a mess from out a womans womb
Here lies before you what is left
Treachery now has a born day
An infant born with things to say
How can it speak without a voice
How do its closed eyes yet have vision
Why are these cries much more than noise
As if Pavartis son has risen
He’s found his way amongst the living
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Deep, dark, hateful eyes
Personalities in disguise
They bleed emotion and cry out pain
When glad they brighten, when sad they rain
These raindrops that we know as tears
Cleanse our eyes, for all our years
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We own a love that does not ask why
But its a perfect kind of love
That makes us crazy
The kind of feeling that makes
Flying feel like freedom
Makes the sunset pleasing to the eye
We own a love that does not ask why
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What I hear are cries of pain and of terror
What I hear is fear
The sounds they cry out in the night
You hear the when its dark
Some of them we recognize
But others they are strange
We feel them creeping in the night
They stop of nothing
What I hear are screams
Of terrible things
When victims cry for help
Their calling out for they're alone
But they the night cannot hear
The sound is shrill
It's high and loud
For what I hear is fear
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These raindrops that we know as tears
Release or pain and free our fears
And when our lives bring troubles near
Here come the tears, Ah! Yes the tears
Though sometimes people can’t see clear
We have to rise to face our fears
But when your pride hurts someone dear
Down come the tears, so abrupt the tears
All times aren’t happy and full of cheer
Sometimes the sadness just appears
Like breaking up or death of peers
This brings the tears – indeed the tears
The raindrops that we know as tears
Show our strain, caused over years
17 sometimes sticks in like a spear
And with it tears, Oh! Tears, tears, tears
Copyright © Sean Givens | Year Posted 2016
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