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Peter Kiggin Dec 2016
Cry,Cry,Cry,Cry Cry........................Cry Cry Cry Cry Cry Cry.

I can't tell , I can,t tell; if love don,t mean a thing
You never believed me;but whatever did trust really bring.
I want you to leave me then at least I'm right about birds that can,t help but sing;
You think you deceived me ; I was always ahead of you running
You think you'll be happy now,happy now, because you were frightened for giving in;
All the world has changed babe and it don't mean a ******* dream;
I hope you still think of me as a gentle man I'm still,but that's always been easy , I'm just like a bee that,s lost it's sting.
Peter Kiggin Dec 2016
Stages

Please suggest a word that can keep me safe
This world has crushed me to the bones that I am made
I want to blame the flashing lights and the dancing parade
Everyone realizes one day that we all wear a masquerade
The real choices in life are those our eyes covet like a poem written to serenade
Minds are dangerous places for the ones who do not understand and lie in shade
The song is almost over forever as the crowd stand up and we leave alone across the empty stage .
Peter Kiggin Dec 2016
Clear water flowing down river gently
Lemon yellow horses

The sun seems to just fall off the edge of the world mentally
Clay walls are all around us watching every movement constantly
There is a dark green serpent with large yellow eyes floating languidly
Choosing which of us he wants to eat but if you stroke him on the head he will treat you cautiously
The river yawns and turns enthralls and carries mysteries that are legendary
Soon we reach our camp for the night and dreams of masks that are painted white protect me from evil spirits and perhaps us them equally
Swimming closeness hair like lemon yellow roses then look up at the diamond stars that shine and race like a million racing horses come quietly
Peter Kiggin Dec 2016
Sausage and mash

I watched a man have a heart attack outside the green grocers just the other day
I wonder if I'll have some sausages with mash potato and gravy for my dinner today
The wheel on the bicycle of the man that past me walking kept on turning any way
The rain came through my jacket and soaked me to the bone but I won't be using it as it returns to it's peg and that's were it will stay
My heart is weaker than it was and nothing gives me a buzz like the sunshine in may
I thought that someone cared for me as I did for them but it just turns out they didn't give a **** questions go astray
Peter Kiggin Dec 2016
Final

I want to reach as many people as I can while I create
The most colourful palette on this life called fate
You can disagree if you like but I will not hesitate
People say your a humble man but time does not wait
Earths manifestation once made man so why must we make him great
You make me sick with your give and your take and I want to erase this world because it's so ******* fake
I hope when bad people die the devil him self will persecute them in his wake
Peter Kiggin Nov 2016
The world will die.


So called freaks of nature are a reminder and a warning that we are not in control
Forces of ancient times past before man or beast lived the world fashioning an excellence so beautiful it would blind you to behold
The world was so perfectly made that life had to happen it could not stop or be told
At the birth of organisms that soon will shape the earth into it's own dream became many fold
Soon life was everywhere and land was precious to all who knew the power it bestowed
A belief that everyone should live with the same rights as the man standing beside him became archaic even old
If the world doesn't change then the earth will die with it and the sun will not shine nor moon because of a perfect idea that have taken our souls.
Peter Kiggin Nov 2016
Know .

Travel through a door in your mind to the place you'd most like to be
Transport all you ever were to this place and try to live the way you wanted to see
I find my self in a city that miracles can happen and will do if you do the right thing at the right time that is the secret of every living creature encapsulated by me
You can go back to the place you begun but once you've found this place you may correct history and live the story that you go to sleep at night and dream
A conundrum is life,s way of telling you a story of your whole life but deciding to tell you from the end when reality is sometimes more than a man wants to glean
Choose a path that has been already chosen for you as a meal already made to eat and the enjoyment is more satisfying or less and that is decided by your character for life in mean.
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