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There's a place
deep within my soul
i fear its forgotten
become very cold
it's where doubt lives
and breaths are structured

mechanized devices
half created
maladjusted
to reap the rewards
of this great despot
the truth must be bold
the suns heat adjusted

don't live in the heart
and let the brain become
congested
open your lungs
deep breaths make you disgusted

the world as we know it
has become something else
were very far behind
from when we were tested
we humans were put here
to protect this delicate planet
to live our lives
not create such havoc

"its our nature to destroy."
says the man to the boy
its each generation that learns from the last
i fear they have forgotten how to look in the past
(c) Isaac C Thornhill
wheres the fire
whats your hurry
do not be afraid

burn the priest
forgive the temple
its all been said before

in his eyes
you shall be free
the lies he told
us to believe

with false hope
and a bitter tongue
his vengeance
he did release

and over night
the first born died
the way
he said they would

now you think
him cruel
or evil even
warn them he tried to do

their cruelty
knew no bounds
their flesh was rotten
had to be punished

thats what gods
are supposed to do
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
What have we done
Where has it gone
The wall is missing
Get the riot gear and shotguns

We must be given
The chance to be together
Why close us off
In neat little packages

Why not let the community decide
We are the ones who contribute
We want to support
our brothers and sisters

So if there is to be no wall
Then give us something similar
We obviously like your website
Or no one would come
copyright (BRING BACK THE WALL)
On the floor
a stain
a mark
thats always been there
i wash
try to scrub away
its like a memory
the stain is gone
but the memory remains
(c) Isaac Thornhill
They came in the dark
the shadows of the walls
biting and moaning
searching for more
so true was their lust
for torture and pain
it didn't matter the victim
innocent nor vain
to open their world
was to invite them in
they will not stop
once they are summoned
to capture your soul
is all they are wanting
to show you the paradise
of pleasure and pain
the rites of passage
begin again
now i will leave you this curious thought
are you an angel or a demon?
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
I write with a fervor
a lust for the written page
my love burns
like an open flame
so true the desires
that come from my heart
a spark of imagination
that leads me along
to a great story or
just a short poem
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
A boy with a coin he found in the weeds With bullets and pages of trade magazines Close to a car that flipped on the turn When God left the ground to circle the world A girl with a bird she found in the snow Then flew up her gown and that’s how she knows That God made her eyes for crying at birth Then left the ground to circle the Earth A boy with a coin he crammed in his jeans Then making a wish he tossed in the sea Walked to a town that all of us burn When God left the ground to circle the world
(c) Iron and Wine
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