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Cameron Holden Poem
Your eyes sparkle like lapis lazulite
As your hair cascades down your face
Your skin glows like morning sunset
And as i look at you i think are you an Angel tonight?
Your a breath of fresh air in a world of hate
And looking at you i see my soul mate
And i long too hold u close in the darkest night
And as our eyes meet like 2 stars lost in the cold lonely night
As the word i love you carries on the cool morning air
And as i run my fingers through your hair
So let me reassure you i will always be there
I love you now and forever I will be there
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2007
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as the dawn light fast approaches,
as emotions they run high,
Are we paying lip service to the fallen,
do we ask ourselves why?
Why did young boys pay the price?
Why oh why did they roll those dice?
Those from wretched circumstances came,
Why did those young boys die?
As they play the last post solemnly.
As all heads are bowed to the floor,
On a frosty winters morn,
The colour red shines to the fore.
So as we think of Tommy Atkins,
Who gave his life off in the war,
Why oh why are men still fighting?
If that was the war to end all wars.
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2014
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So who do you look up too?
Wishing you could repeat their acts of daring do!
Dying to escape your self build shell,
Dreaming that you were like Constantine in the realm of hell.
When real life is getting you down.
Day dreaming you were Spiderman webbing up the town.
Reality the daily struggle we face.
Faster than the Flash trying to get ahead of the rat race.
Truth is stranger than fiction.
Have faith in the strength of your convictions.
Know that no matter how small we feel.
Everyone is going through their own ordeal.
So remember every day be strong.
Swimming through humanities daily throng.
Heroes they need heroes too.
You're a hero to me I know thats true.
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2015
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As the wind rolls cold of the mountain plain
As the Hindu Kush rises like skyscrapers to Gods name
But these are not my mountains and the wind is not the same
So as my plane takes off im glad im headed hame
Back to the lowlands of the South and the Highlands of the North
Those crystal clear burns lochs and mountain streams
Back to the braes and the bens and the fresh mountain snow
Back to where the thistle and the heather grow
So who is proud to be Scottish? well that would be me
And what does Alba need? She needs to be free
So people rise up against centuries of tyranny
As a unified people chant were free
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2007
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I feel like I am drowning in a sea of emotion,
The undertow dragging me low,
The first few feet my lungs are pained,
As life flashes fast before my eyes,
I see mistakes and sadness as regret acts like a rip tide
Pulling me down deeper to the icy depths below,
The pressure now unbearable I feel my ribs compact,
As the vision like a weight keeps sinking me slow,
I am left thinking was my life just filled with sadness?
What about the times of madness?
Was I not happy even then?
Suddenly I see a face in the murky shadows of my mind,
Of happiness I am reminded,
Of a love that was requited,
Your beauty pushes out the madness,
It cuts away regret and sadness,
And buoyed I am with gladness I am lifted to the fore,
As my head breaches the surface,
I awaken from my slumber,
I am left with thoughts of wonder,
Are you my Sweet Lenore?
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2015
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War today is all around
The four winds carry its awful sound
And people fight people so more men die
My only question is just why?
They have a war on terror and a war on drugs
A war on peace and even on love
And mans obsession with killing his fellow man
Is out of control all over this land
As we point our guns at our neighbour's land
Are we really so different or just like lines in the sand
Lines that shift and disappear over time
were not lines were people thats why i write this rhyme
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2007
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It came from above
Falling so fast on my head
It gets me all wet
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2007
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It cuts clean through flesh
As it sings through the cold air
Scars my enemy
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2007
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It started in Stirling, English blood was shed
A hero was named, All around men lay dead
The claymore was wielded against many a foe
Ancient scores settled with every blow
We marched south to york, a city to sack
ramming down the gate it broke the men's back
Once inside we ransacked the town
English bodies dead pilled high on the ground
The kings nephew commanded, we cut of his head
We put it in a basket to London it was sent
Now on to Falkirk, we were flanked by a foe
The nobles were bought off, our country was sold
They would not commit to the battle that day
Cowards and scoundrels were Albas nobles that day
Our cowardly nobles, a Hero betrayed
On a slab in London executed he lay
He would not submit to English tyranny
Alba Gu Bragh were the words that he said
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2008
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Youtube,
Instant gratification generation,
Living your life on a spiders web,
Imperiled, endangered conspiracy theories straight to your head,
Web Cam On,
Snoopers watching you like internet ****,
And you're none the wiser,
Or maybe you are?
Is that why you push yourself so far?
Fad diets,
When people abroad are hungry and starving,
You sit at home with your little shake,
Dreaming of the turkey you could be carving
Juice plus, Fruit Crush, Herbalife you're completely barking.
Facebook,
Living it large living a lie,
Larging it up for drama and likes,
Following celebrities stalking your exes,
When will it stop?
Real life,
There is a wide world outside,
Waiting for you to go out and explore,
Stories waiting just to be told,
Do it now before the moment is gone before you're to old.
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2015
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