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Best Poems Written by Sam Russell

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Troubled Mind

Not a day goes by where your not missed, RIP mate, forever in our hearts.


WHY COULDN’T WE SEE THE PAIN IN HIS EYES 
IF ONLY WE KNEW WHAT HE WAS FEELING INSIDE 
PLUMMENTING SO FAST ON LIFES EMOTIONAL RIDE 
LEAVING THE LOVE IN HIS HEART NO WHERE TO RESIDE.

THIS WAS NO LIFE ANYONE SHOULD HAVE LIVED 
SEEING HIS OWN DEATH AS A GIFT 
SEARCHING SO HARD FOR THAT MENTAL LIFT 
PRAYING HIS DESOLATION WOULD FINALLY SHIFT.

HE USED DRUGS TO TRY TO BLOCK IT OUT
BUT THE VOICES IN HIS HEAD WOULD SCREAM AND SHOUT 
THERE WAS NO RELEASE FROM HIS INTERNAL GLOOM 
NO WHERE TO HIDE BUT IN HIS DEN OF DOOM.

THE TIME HAD COME AND HE HAD MADE HIS CHOICE 
HE FINALLY SUCCUMB TO THAT CONTINUOUS VOICE 
AS HE TOOK HIS FINAL BREATH HE DIDN’T THINK TWICE 
THAT WAS THE NIGHT HE ENDED HIS LIFE.

AS HIS PEACEFUL   BODY HUNG THROUGH THE NIGHT 
OUT OF THE DARKNESS THERE CAME A LIGHT
AN ANGEL STEPPED FORWARD ELEGANT AND BRIGHT 
TAKING HIM BY THE HAND FOR HIS FINAL FLIGHT 
WITH NO MORE UNHAPPINESS IN HIS LIFE.

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Racism

It’s not realism it’s racism, 
a whole organisation  left bleeding on the pavement like Stephen,
a force that’s racist and corrupt,
and they wonder why in them we don’t trust, 
it’s just a colour it’s just some skin, 
a man should be judged from the values he holds within, 
not because of his background accent or ethnic origin.

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Returning Soldier

Dedicated to a dear friend, who felt let down by a nation he helped to protect, and was honoured to serve



An Innocent young mind getting ripped apart,
like a Jack the Ripper victim on the streets when it’s dark,
the lights draining from his eyes he’s losing his spark.
 
This is the mindset of a tortured soldier,
the battle carries on even though the war is over, 
the spirit is lost and the fears  still linger, 
everyday spent with the grim reaper lurking over his shoulder.

He’s sick of tussling with his inner beast, 
Sombering thoughts are penetrating his mind like Judas at the final feast,
but the beast is impaling his body with no hope of release,
inside he's broke and  his soul is deceased

His emotions have wilted within,
every inch of his  familiar being seeping out of his skin,
a face without joy, and a heart full of sin, 
he's only 20 years old and now he’s missing a limb.

A young man who once had the beauty of a rose,
now it’s hate and despair that make his blood flow,
on the outside he’s harmless 
on the inside he’s a condemned man who’s heartless.

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Two Faces

A two faced pacifist, 
who preaches peace,
then causes war up in your premises.

Always quoting lines from the genesis,
claiming to be Holier then thou, 
masking the truth that he relays from out of his mouth.

Saying he’s ridding the world of all evil,
but behind closed doors he’s wicked and deceitful, 
with a swagger and full of arrogance, 
look deep in his eyes you can see the Devil dance.

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Feel Good Music

spreading peace love and unity
from its roots in Jamaica
to each and every community,
 
this is reggae music
the type of music that lifts your spirits 
the type of music that makes you want to smile
every time you feel it,

So With the heart of a lion
stay for ever ready, 
Ready to move to a beat 
so sweet and rock steady, 
a beat sending out it’s  good vibes 
to each and everybody.

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Addiction

It came on with the quickness,
stuck in a body full of sickness ,
on your knees praying for forgiveness, 
But that’s not likely when you took this in vain 
many roads ahead of you they all lead to pain,
given the opportunity you would re fill your veins 
while cold shakes and withdrawals are scrambling your brain 

feeling like Adam in a false garden of Eden, 
surrounded by temptation and that temptations a demon, 
go on just take one little bite, 
it won’t hurt you it will be alright,
hitting your body harder then a thunderous smite,

it’s an addiction that will destroy your whole life,
leave you living a lonely existence,
with a head full of cravings and 
marriage to its persistence.

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Confusion

I'm in a state of delusion what does this all mean? 
I hide behind my smile so the true me can't be seen. 

I wont look at the sky it scares me to death,
when I do
I hyperventilate,
I can't catch my breath.

My moods are up then down, 
this isn't me 
it came on all of a sudden, 
I wish these voices would set me free.

I keep asking myself what is life all about? 
My mind so twisted am I tripping out.

Someone please help me am I going mad 
one minute I'm happy the next I'm sad.

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Loving Heart

A loving heart can open up your mind,
reminiscing still of times gone by.

A loving heart can open up your mind, 
why don’t you open up and see what you might find.

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Love

Love the power in that one word,
Love a word unspoken yet can still be heard, 
Love a word that’s used so freely, 
Love a word that once found is held within your heart so dearly,
Love a word that could break your heart,
Love a word for which you wish you will never part.

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Freedom

Freedom, is there such thing in the United Kingdom,
Are we really free ?
please tell me Boris,
when you kept us two years locked up 
twenty three hours boxed up,
let out for an hour a day,
while number ten enjoyed countless  parties 
we was threatened with fines for turning our car keys.

Is there really freedom in the United Kingdom , 
or in the world ?,
when we're dictated to as boys and girls,
you mustn't say this, you mustn't do that,
how's that free when we're not allowed to act.

this is a poem about freedom,
or is it ? ,
am I allowed to say what I want with out fear of retaliation,
a government that’s dictating the liberties, of every man, woman and child in this nation.

But it's ok just sit back and relax,
while rishi knocks a penny of your tax,
and five pence of a litre,
but raises inflation fifty four  per cent on your gas metre.

The rich stay rich watching their wide screen telly's, 
while the poor man struggles to put food in his kids belly's.

And you all say we're free living in diplomacy 
and that we all have a choice
how's this free when you don't hear our voice.