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Robert J Howard Nov 2017
Ups and downs
Grins and frowns
Balloons and clowns
Floats and drowns.

Heals and cuts
Opens and shuts
Angels and *****
Sane and nuts.

Make and break
Real and fake
Give and take
Birth and wake.

Warmth and chills
Sleep and pills
Health and ills
Grows and kills.
Sleepless Nights
Robert J Howard Oct 2017
Full of creases
Cut to pieces
Hung up dry
Swallow that cry.

Piece of cake
Ready to break
Slice of pie
Time to die.

Shot to ****
Primed to hit
Full to top
Ready to drop.

Made of pain
Little no gain
Truth and fail
Tooth and nail.
Distress and injury
Robert J Howard Sep 2017
Fall down on your knees
For what we ask please
Nothing true comes with ease
Come touch the open breeze.

Who calls the shots?
The haves and have nots
Drawing straws and lots
Run with no ifs, buts and what's.

For the light does still burn
Another year your world will turn
Still time for you to learn
As long as your hunger does yearn.

A life of struggle and bear
For if you ever care
To take that first step and dare
That's freedom for you right there.
Living
Robert J Howard Sep 2017
You broke your back
Wife has left the shack
Suspected heart attack
Your life is off the track.

The road is long
Directions all wrong
Soul not where you belong
Your only solace in song.

Drown in all your sorrows
Waiting for your tomorrows
All stops no shows
Nothing much here grows.

Grinding teeth on grit
Arms try not to slit
Take one last promised hit
Because everything here has gone to ****.
Hard Times
Robert J Howard Aug 2017
A life full of sighs
Never give me a rise
Working for we despise
The lows always outweigh the highs.

Hiding in the grass surprise
Your thinly veiled disguise
Smokey slanted eyes
Severing all ties.

Long begged alibis
Covering your lies
Occasionally the cries
But no longer he shies.

Finally growing wise
Feel the need to advise
In the end all dies
Chasing butterflies.
Hunt Life Death Prey
Robert J Howard Jul 2017
Broken down and bust
Fallen idol with rust
No love nor lust
Forgotten covered in dust.

Large serving of self pity
Tired of this grey city
Back to the nitty gritty
Oh such a pity.

The end is nigh
Best quickly get high
Do it down on the sly
Knowing everyone will ask why.

Take a big bite of that crust
In God we pretend to trust
Life doesn't have to be just
Broken down and bust.
Injury
Robert J Howard Jul 2017
Talking with the dead.
The living stumble ahead.
Night of the dread
Watch in black, white and red.

Dawn breaks for light
Good bye to the night
He created for giving
Dead pleasing the living.

Days of darkness
A torn sodden dress
A beautiful mess
The perfect distress.

A Shot to the head to ****
Oh what a terrifying thrill
On blood and guts we gorge
All from a man named George.
George A Romero, Rest in Peace
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