peter-cullen - Hello Poetry

This world is full of angels full of devils in disguise. Like gargoyles faces on the wall, blending in before our eyes. The Christmas traffic, shuffling past... Young ones clutch their oul ones hands. Oblivious, to the worlds strange ways. Lost angels in a broken land. And the poor ****** on the corner sings, about a policeman from New York. A song probably older than his mother I'm hoping they still have each other. I'm hoping that his words fall easy. Gently, upon her ears. Cause he's looking kinda lonely now, Maybe no ones listening!

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Dec 19, 2018

Dec 19, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC

Gargoyles Faces

This world is full of angels full of devils in disguise. Like gargoyles faces on the wall, blending in before our eyes. The Christmas traffic, shuffling past... Young ones clutch their oul ones hands. Oblivious, to the worlds strange ways. Lost angels in a broken land. And the poor ****** on the corner sings, about a policeman from New York. A song probably older than his mother I'm hoping they still have each other. I'm hoping that his words fall easy. Gently, upon her ears. Cause he's looking kinda lonely now, Maybe no ones listening!

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Four tired feet, resting at last. The old work shoes, thankfully cast. Beside the couch, where now they rest. A weary head upon her breast. Silence, sharing, just their breathing. Two souls swimming, two souls dreaming. Like a Buddha neath a willow. Each ones heart just like a pillow. And as each breath rises and falls. Candle wax spills on the wall. Seconds... minutes... fade away. Tomorrow is another day.

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Jan 17, 2018

Jan 17, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC

Old Shoes and the Funky Buddha.

Four tired feet, resting at last. The old work shoes, thankfully cast. Beside the couch, where now they rest. A weary head upon her breast. Silence, sharing, just their breathing. Two souls swimming, two souls dreaming. Like a Buddha neath a willow. Each ones heart just like a pillow. And as each breath rises and falls. Candle wax spills on the wall. Seconds... minutes... fade away. Tomorrow is another day.

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She told him.. "We're all Stardust! " That's what we are all made of! She told him... "never worry"...... ....... "Worry always proceeds the fall." She led him through the chambers. The hidden places lost within. Where she tries to find herself, where she always dreams of him. Sometimes..., only nightmares. Past horrors mixed with yesterday. Sometimes, love and wonder. The feeling, that all is OK. The lonely streets of Dublin. The fear of sleeping all alone. She would wonders if he's happy now. She wonders if he's on his own.

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Dec 30, 2017

Dec 30, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC

Stardust.

She told him.. "We're all Stardust! " That's what we are all made of! She told him... "never worry"...... ....... "Worry always proceeds the fall." She led him through the chambers. The hidden places lost within. Where she tries to find herself, where she always dreams of him. Sometimes..., only nightmares. Past horrors mixed with yesterday. Sometimes, love and wonder. The feeling, that all is OK. The lonely streets of Dublin. The fear of sleeping all alone. She would wonders if he's happy now. She wonders if he's on his own.

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Sitting by her empty pond, A thousand thoughts lost to the wind. She wonders where it all began, she wonders, will it ever end. An empty teapot on the table, She wonders, is she really able. Everything that was, once was. Now she's haunted by Because. Because she sees, a different future. A place to hide and ancient furniture. Covered in a dust that lies. The sorrow lost behind her eyes.

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Jun 27, 2017

Jun 27, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC

The Teapot Diary.

Sitting by her empty pond, A thousand thoughts lost to the wind. She wonders where it all began, she wonders, will it ever end. An empty teapot on the table, She wonders, is she really able. Everything that was, once was. Now she's haunted by Because. Because she sees, a different future. A place to hide and ancient furniture. Covered in a dust that lies. The sorrow lost behind her eyes.

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Chapters. Each one, with their place in time. The way things can be turbulent. Then with time, they end up fine. The way we seem to carry on. A different chapter, different song. How many chapters have we left? Before we know that we're not wrong.

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC

Chapters.

Chapters. Each one, with their place in time. The way things can be turbulent. Then with time, they end up fine. The way we seem to carry on. A different chapter, different song. How many chapters have we left? Before we know that we're not wrong.

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The pyramids inside those dreams. Rays of light reached to the sky. The constellations all stood still, As she kindly whispered why! "All the devastation, all the endless cause of pain. It's sown into the fabric, the karmic light that we obtain. Written by our own sweet souls, so many moons ago. It's everything that we must be, and all we'll ever need to know".

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC

All We'll Ever Need To Know.

The pyramids inside those dreams. Rays of light reached to the sky. The constellations all stood still, As she kindly whispered why! "All the devastation, all the endless cause of pain. It's sown into the fabric, the karmic light that we obtain. Written by our own sweet souls, so many moons ago. It's everything that we must be, and all we'll ever need to know".

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Lost among the sand dunes lost upon the fading light. The last days of September Summer fades away tonight. The way the weather changes, the way the seasons all give way. To a new beginning, the dawning of another day. Lost among the sand dunes. The ocean never seems to change. Yet every single motion, brings the birth of a new wave. The lighthouse in the corner, a light that never seems to fail. Reflecting on your beauty. The light that carries me away.

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Sep 24, 2016

Sep 24, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC

The Sand Dunes.

Lost among the sand dunes lost upon the fading light. The last days of September Summer fades away tonight. The way the weather changes, the way the seasons all give way. To a new beginning, the dawning of another day. Lost among the sand dunes. The ocean never seems to change. Yet every single motion, brings the birth of a new wave. The lighthouse in the corner, a light that never seems to fail. Reflecting on your beauty. The light that carries me away.

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In the land of plenty. In the land of throw away. All the silent voices, dancing every night away. In the land of freedom. A bigger freedom than the rest. A place, it seems that colour, can place you, under their arrest. A place where freedom tows the line, underneath the dollar sign. In the land of plenty. Underneath the dying sky.

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Sep 18, 2016

Sep 18, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC

In The Land Of Plenty

In the land of plenty. In the land of throw away. All the silent voices, dancing every night away. In the land of freedom. A bigger freedom than the rest. A place, it seems that colour, can place you, under their arrest. A place where freedom tows the line, underneath the dollar sign. In the land of plenty. Underneath the dying sky.

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The Sugarloaf Mountain on our right, and we ain't getting home tonight. The Underlings from deep below, have opened up the hidden doors. They've come to change the flight of men. From deep within, their ancient dens. Ancient knowledge Ancient ways. Once more to see, the light of day. Stolen by the kings and queens. The ones who've stolen all our dreams. The Underlings are on the move. Redemption sought and souls to sooth. From the centre of our world. The Underlings are here once more. Here to change the way we see, everything that we can be.

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC

The Underlings.

The Sugarloaf Mountain on our right, and we ain't getting home tonight. The Underlings from deep below, have opened up the hidden doors. They've come to change the flight of men. From deep within, their ancient dens. Ancient knowledge Ancient ways. Once more to see, the light of day. Stolen by the kings and queens. The ones who've stolen all our dreams. The Underlings are on the move. Redemption sought and souls to sooth. From the centre of our world. The Underlings are here once more. Here to change the way we see, everything that we can be.

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High above the bubbling crowd, the merchants, privileged, and crown. Laughing at the fighting crowds. Underneath their poison shroud. High above the city square, the people all the ones that care. They're laughing, as we try to fight. **** each other every night.

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Jul 8, 2016

Jul 8, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC

Every Night.

High above the bubbling crowd, the merchants, privileged, and crown. Laughing at the fighting crowds. Underneath their poison shroud. High above the city square, the people all the ones that care. They're laughing, as we try to fight. **** each other every night.

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