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Harry Roberts Nov 2017
Mud
Truth speaks,
Hell (.)
But the Currency is deafening.

People barely care
They're never not *******
or ever really listening.

But a grave we dug
No matter how grave,
When mud thuds I hope
We're snug.

What we made and
From that there's no reckoning.

A dark and dreary lane
But we saw and saught this
Figure beckoning.

Looking for release
And we only found
Another prison to lease.

Soon to be future
That has passed,
A shame for mud
But we couldn't last.
Nuclear & Toxic Mud
We Made.
For the Gift of life, To Gaia,
Death is what we paid.
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
All these people
Dying already,
You can't wait for that
So you push at that.

Despicable.
Maybe that's why some of yours
Have died by falling off a chair.
Wheel chair.

Because ours that have been
Bound to a frame by no fault
Of their own are being victimised.

That's being polite...
Because in Reality these people that haven't had much in Life get it all taken away.
(That's Government)
That's abuse and outright brutality.

You selfish C*^
And fat cats like you.
Class Genocide
that's the hill you hike.


Yes. That's the path you walk
And it's written in the **** you talk.

Hell has a special place for people like you.

Talk like you aim to change,
All you care to change is
Your own income.
It's written in the **** you talk.
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
Parasites and their schemes,
Gaia shaking with innocents screams.

How they set up society,
So they could get more
While you become emaciated.

Because if your Black or of ethinic
Backgrounds,
If your disabled
And let's not forget
Poor...

You'll reap more poverty at
The hands of these parasites.
These politicians &
This monarchy.

But you're to short sighted to See.
Weight of reality presses like
The pressure of the sea.

These people born to poverty,
Did not decide it,
Just in the same way
You didn't pick a womb to reside in.

Yet you have the media
Inciting Anger and misplaced Rage.

Against those that can't afford a pen,
Let alone a page.

Because if your Black or of Ethnic descent, disabled and poor,
You're the parasites these
Fat Cats scheme about.
Class Genocide, there'll only
Be more.
There will only be more
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
Sea
Glad and thrilled,
Feeling eternally filled.
Was I sad when Life
Had stilled.

Sunk to fast,
The Oceans pressure,
Never would last.

Was I sad when Life
Had killed?

Life took Love
And Love took me,
Narcosis...
But just a breathe
Beneath the sea.

Deluded and panick filled:
I did not see
that I reaped the Reaper and
The death of me.
~
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
Misery loves company,
I guess that's why
I love you.

How sad,
Never could be or
Ever have been

Severed so Bad

Genetics counts as 1,
But reality holts at 2,
I guess that's why by 3
-I fear I may hate you -

Or hate that I love you.

Words came so easy
Now dry dead and decayed
On the roof of my mouth.
So close but never spoken,
Truth never allowed.

But these words burn
To be said out loud.
I wish you'd care or
Even been there,
But I guess I'm where
I'm fated.
Never satisfied
But validated.

Life's what I craft
and what I'll live,
Laughed at Fears tears,
Strifes what He'd give.

I will be
Looking for me,
Freed from this bind
Liberating my broken mind.
A long time coming
Pisces, never cruel to be unkind.
Named after my star sign
)o(
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
3
Where's the Heart at
And tell me where we've been,
******* in equal parts
Yet we never seem to win.

Tell me where the Heart at
Where'd you park that,
Yeah we ******* larked that
Fat and juicy on a bench we sparked that.

Skunk was on literal
We were nasty hoes
Caught in His chaos
-******'-
Written in his prose.

Never thought death could rise,
but I'm luckin' now an' i rose.

Living my life now
Found my own soul
And my life now,
Won't look back
Can't look down!

Won't think of how
Only living loving now,
Body Spirit Soul and all the things
That make me whole.

Where I want to be
Just the sight in front
Of me.
How you want to say
What you want yourself to see.
Don't haunt yourself just
Look up and see,
Otherwise you're never you
Or ever free.
"Three" or "3". Challenging the past.
No longer written of the top of my head after a night shift as it made no sense in some parts.
Therefore it had to be edited lol
^o^
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
Eyes opened, they saw a sore sight. A blight. Skies torn asunder, cities struck by thunder.

The earth literally trying to shake us off.

The seas churn - Thirst for land is what it yearns.

But we've suffocated the Earth
So the Sea is happy to reciprocate.


Our own making but you're tired of that.
Hide behind your God
-Was he made for that?-
Ransom you got will and choice from that,
Steward of the Earth you was made for that.

Tree keeper
Therefore Bee keeper
And wildlife's guardian,
Guardians of decay that's what we've sown -  Her demise,
Reapers of chaos we've earned
Her despise...
Written off the top of my mind after a night shift,
Trying to focus on climate change and
Beliefs surrounding it.
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