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 Apr 2018 Penny Iloa
Sam
When our battle comes from within,
How will it be possible to win?
Our left is tearing away from our right-
How can we win? How do we fight?

We try clawing our way out of this hole,
But only effortlessly, losing our soul.
Lets fight to be heard, let's all scream-
"We need to wake up from this dream"!

Nothing makes sense anymore,
And we are left empty to the core.
Let's rise up from this pit
And tell the masses as we see fit
So all can become aware of the lies being told
To trick you into the mold.

They turn us into sheep
So we can make comfortable the elite.
There is no life in being a slave-
They want us to keep digging our grave!

And there is no heaven or hell,
That a big fat lie as well!
Money and religion go hand in hand
Making sheeple of every man.
Controlling you, and certainly not caring
If your life is worth sparing.

We have to wake up and realize
That our ship is being captized!
Teamwork will be the only way to save it,
That is, if you even give a ****.
My dear friend wrote this and asked me to post for her.
 Apr 2018 Penny Iloa
Eric the Red
Return to me at night
As I was drifting
Foot of my bed
Blankets
Sheets
Turn to water

Your hands
Ripple
Currents towards me
Scales
Along my legs
Across my chest
Can’t move
Can’t resist
Gentle kiss
Holding onto me
By your lips
‘I can’t swim’
I say
‘I’ll swim for both of us...’
You say
As you pull me under

‘It’s time for both of us to be wet’
Whisper
Succumb
Drown
Inside
Of
You
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 Apr 2018 Penny Iloa
Eric the Red
Sometimes
You have to send
Good men
Out into the night
To do evil things
&
Hope they comeback
 Apr 2018 Penny Iloa
Eric the Red
So often at times we
Become preoccupied with
Self improvement
Self examination
Self awareness
Maintaining
What others think of us

That we forget that there
Are those willing
To run into battles with us
Spread warpaint
Across our faces
To hold us in our nightmares
But not to wake us
Cause they know we need it
To know
They’ll be there at
First light
Ready sword
Slaying the demons
Of our past
&
Those currently tormenting
Our present
 Apr 2018 Penny Iloa
Eric the Red
She doesn’t know it but her best poetry is yet to come...
She knows it
Those lines will have magical colors...
And they won’t have me
Anywhere in them
 Apr 2018 Penny Iloa
Eric the Red
I have writer’s block

Not in the sense that you
Think it means
Because I could write all day
About her virtues
Her beauty
Her eloquence
Her
&
Nothing but

Only
All the beautiful words
&
Phrases in the world
Put together
Couldn’t make her
HER
materialize in front of me

So I block it out
The only way a writer knows how

By writing it down

It’s a curse
 Apr 2018 Penny Iloa
spacewalker
Is life real or is it fake?
Is life real or are my dreams just as true as what I see when I'm awake?
Is life real or a well-crafted lie?
Is life real or just a tragedy scripted all in my mind?
Is life real or just a play where everyone dies?
Is death the end or the chance for another try?
Is  death a long goodnight or a fresh start in another life?
 Apr 2018 Penny Iloa
yúyīn
Tired..
 Apr 2018 Penny Iloa
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Youllneverunderstand me
@.**
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