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 Dec 2015 bjynxthelyric
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No more  ******* this is my right .
 Freedom of speech.
This is my write...
    
Our government is the countries biggest hypocrite.
Our government is our countries most dangerous criminal. They're not even trying to hide.  I believe OUR Government is our own worst enemy. This is my right , and this is my write        
      Our U.S Government
is our nations biggest of thieves..
We put them there , and now its time for them to leave....
People hear me please..                      
     They're the reason for all the killings.
The poverty, the sick , and the homelessness and
its only going to get worse with each passing day.
All they want is money...
Human life to them , is worth less , than our
U.S penny."
       If we don't wake up , if we don't speak up,              
if we don't stand up for whats right.
       They will soon silence us forever....
This is my right....To Write......
A long whsispered monologue
Curling up in a ball
The fresh air of winter morning
Sleeping with the lights on
A first and final passionate kiss
Tip toeing down a hallway
Conversations at twilight
Eating chicken wings with nothing to clean your hands
Searching for lost treasure.
Waiting for the rain to come.
Watching a snowflake melt into water.
The first crop of the season.
When somebody hands your wallet in,
And the money still in it.
Reconnecting with old school friends.
Visiting foreign shore and ancient city's.
Building a business, building a brand.
A trip to the Tate national.
The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan and Neil Young,
For starters.
When the night won't seem to end.
The sound of your voice in the morning.
Breakfast in bed, fresh coffee
In a wide open space.
*For all those times I took you for granted.
heart weighs heavy like a rifle.
scope vision obscured
shades of humanity,
blurred peripheral targets
in the near distance.
loud foreign frantic phrases,
similar tones back home,
borderlines, checkpoints to pass
to get back to your own.
Long way to go.
bullets, bombs explode.
shrapnel brings us back to task.
in a flash,
bangs - commonplace,
comrades mates,
a fine line,
between me and the enemy.
Take me back to the catacombs,
Crushed skulls, broken dreams.
Declared conflict, conscripted kids.
Join the battle with me.
Are you ready to die?
Golden fool,
The remnants of Calypso like ghost towns,
After the love has gone.
A rush of adrenaline,
A touch a sentiment,
Combined forces of a gorgeous remorse.

Time takes it toll,
On bones,
A brittle tone exposed,
Holes in the ground
And holes in our chest,
Where a heart used to beat.

The steam engine,
In its prime,
Looked never ending on that train tracks spine,
Minds twisted in a deluded guise,
That couldn't call time,
In the time of our lives.

Tell them the one about the skeleton son,
Tip toes protruding through the soil where we dug that day,
Under the beating sun,
The sweat dripped like honey,
To the body stuck in the mud,
Absorbed by the rotting corpse,
But lifeless in form,
Forever more.

Forever yours,
Calypso town x
Today
is
a,
nihilistic
dawn.
Do not say,
you haven't been warned.
At the crack of sunlight,
dead of the night.

The cats come out to play.

Relentless,
little,
***** cats,
******* up my habitat.
Wide eyed,
wide awake,
for heavens sakes,
give me a break,
How much more,
can I take?

*I knew I should of bought a snake.
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