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Culpoetry Nov 2019
In the eye
of the rolling thunder

Stood idly by
to tear me asunder

The world paints
us gray

In its’ apathetic taint

What we have here
are not our friends

But loose ends and
negative trends
Culpoetry Nov 2019
If I’m singing songs
that don’t reflect
the thoughts inside my mind
then what’s the point in singing, dear
I think I’d rather die

If I I’m living in a way that’s
out of tune with who I am
then what’s the point in living, dear
I should let it get out of hand
Culpoetry Nov 2019
I am divided
You are whole

A piece of you
has entered my soul

I hope you know
just when the moon,
will glow

An orange haze
will bind the flow
Culpoetry Nov 2019
I’m tired of feeling consistently miffed by ****
The world turns and the same tragedy plays out
People only care when the ponces don’t pay out

The times, the times breathe lies for our ears
Led on by corruption, outlasting us for years
Wonder why some people stay one step ahead
It’s because they pay to be sat down and fed

Well let me tell you now
Real issues, real issues
They fill you up with doubt

Just leave your mind at the door
If you believe anything at all,
You would know how to fix these flaws

Cause if you know the truth
And your powerless to change it
Well yeah, it speaks for itself
Culpoetry Nov 2019
Sitting atop my pedestal here wishing
I could go back down
I have outworn my crown
Ask not what we can do with you
Ask what you can do for us
We’ve all done something wrong
Forgiveness is the song

Self awareness, self awareness
Some people do something right
They are so true to the fight
But they never get enough praise
Always hailed too late

It’s one of those days again
Male feelings strike again
Sometimes a cigar
Is just cigar

But fair enough
Life is rough
What starts off as sweet
Soon gets tough
Culpoetry Feb 2015
Am I just a *******
function to you

Less than a human,
half a friend

Stuck aback in
a dead end

Someone to talk to
Rather than to care for

Someone to use
and to sow despair for

You may speak fondly now
but how could I care

When your words are
just the leeway for a loss

The noose that tightens
up the loose ends
Is slowly tearing off

And exclusive, that’s the
word you’re dreaming of

Because the ghost in the group
Is ******* fed up

Of all the shadows
on which he's tripping up

They are there because I am not
I am isolated; without a lie
It’s surely what you’d prefer

One for all is not at all
Not any more

So gladly go and throw me out
I might be lucky enough
to find something else

So go ahead and **** me off
I’ll be gone before you
can seal the lock

That keeps me out

Cut me out of old pictures and
Censor me for Caesar’s sake

But you know that he wouldn't
give a **** anyway

Lavish the lock that binds closed doors
Because it’s keeping me from keeping scores
Of all the times that I became a gravestone

Worn and still and often forgotten,
fed thorns through roses and other lies
that tore my trust from side to side
bruising amity until it was rotten

We think foxes tread the woods alone
through choice and not at all assume
that they’re strayed away because
the wolves have only wished it so

Well, the ghost in the group
is *******  fed up

That they are there
because he is not
and communications
have become corrupt

They’re **** out of luck
If they believe that he’ll
take this and they're ****
out of luck if they want
to earn trust and they’re ******
out of love if they think they can run

They are only there
because he is not
but this fox isn’t
willing to be forgot

He’s heard enough *******
To break old ground
He extends his voice
and they can't hear
the sound

It's exclusivity, wrying
and he’s tiring of trying
and he’s tiring of being

treated as if he’s less of
a friend in a pack that
promotes its' own
friendship as fair

and the ghost in the group
regurgitates the past
when he’d be left alone
without a word to pass
Culpoetry Jan 2015
If the universe
is a hologram

Are we all programmed?

Do we live on puppet strings
Guided by ghosts, they sing
Us to our source

Is our will the only force
Drifting us to our core

Can we transcend this?
When we learn to see other worlds

Does it lie beyond a mirror?
Can we see across the river?

Will the light bend around us?
Will the doors just open up?

Will someone need the key?
Did they leave it in a diary?

We can sit here wondering
We may ask and we may receive

For all that we can believe

Mechanisms can keep us still
For we have thoughts and time to ****

Do we live on puppet strings?
Will we wake or
will we dream again?

If the universe is a hologram
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