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Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
Lost

Let the birds sing out loud
Let the sun just cover over me
Let the rivers be so proud
Let the land give honest work for me
Let the children laugh out loud
Let the flowers blossom in gold to green
Let us live without the lost and the lost never found in a crowd.
Property is theft
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
Seen it in the Movies.


I've seen it at the movies were the girlfriend goes off with another man
Living in the movies isn't like being just a person whose heart doesn't understand
I was only another victim not being the obvious type as the timer dripped down with sand
The cruel fate of a lover who just needed someone to hold his hand
I've seen it in the movies were the lover dies because the world he doesn't understand
I wonder what really happens maybe he finds another woman who makes him happy and loves him because his heart is good and will never brake her heart would n,t that be grand.
Fiction
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
Fearless

The fire rises the timber burns creating power of light and heat
Energy flowing in colours so that we know it's real and complete
Feed the fire for eternity and lose the magic of the source a spark that now roars in the wind my heart so sweet
Caught like a moth to the flame nothing else matters accept the consequences of want and hope as the defeat
Such power had the flame it killed it's self for such energy you cannot sustain and all that is left are ashes which is the truth and never again a light shined to compare to meet.
Fear
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
Situations


Situations change from red to blue then yellow and finally green
I wash my hands yet they are still ***** never ever clean
A memory of you is disturbing me because now and then I think that life is so very mean
The Sun shines in from the window and I can't help but think of the beauty of the rain I've seen
Taking snap shots of my performance in the middle of a conversation that my life is a dream
Someone wake me up because I have to say that reality is just a tantamount to death's final scene
Shame is on your shoulders and forever your knife is deep within the very same spleen.
Sequential
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
The devil approach


All day I slept long and the whisper of the devil spoke
I lay down with the only sound of evil as he laughed and told me about hope
Every day he mocked me and every night I watched him as he collected dead souls around town in a black cloak
He knows there's nothing God can do about him because the devil is in your mind as you live you also die and that's why circles have no point they just evoke
The secret is to stretch life to it's limits and see what you can find but unless you are a spirit soul you cannot pass the lines of reality so tired and provoked
You cannot be born again until the soul has left the comfort of the human body and accept the never ending spirit to guide you to cope
Believe what you will because every body does but the devil will creep and encroach your mind when the hands of the clock stops he will approach.
A tap running
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
Save your tears

Words don't dry your eyes
You live until you die
You might see things and sigh
You wander and wander why
We are our own contradictions because we lie
Suffer in silence but always looking for somebody to ask to try
It's a complicated world and complicated people ask questions whether to sell or buy
Trillions of pounds filter through a computer system to keep float the hopes and dreams of why many look up to the sky
Orange Sun keeps us alive but the reason for this is not reason enough to make people feel free to do what they want to do and that is cut and dry
Half of the world lives in glory and half are just getting by but when judgement day comes we will all have a home living on clouds so high
I guess all I can say is it's been the most interesting life I have ever lived but it's time to say goodbye.
Rivers run wild
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
I found hope

This was the last letter I wrote
Swimming in the sea or floating on a boat
In the frozen wilderness wearing a big coat
sacrifice your self do not **** the goat
Red and gold silk sheets under which I spoke
I said yes and a woman looked for me with hope
Where are you now probably on your knees thinking you can cope
I'm still sailing across the ocean to tropical climates Island anchor tie the rope
Sitting drinking coconut and *** sends me to sleep and dream of yellow fish making bubbles as my toes float
I'm playing my guitar hoping that something makes the right notes
I can see monkeys on the rocks dancing  and I laugh and carry on playing as drums start and parrots clear their throats
An Elephant starts to rap and it sounds dope
Finding
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