ThePoet

ThePoet Jul 2016

The words will come
when you're sound asleep
And you've lost it all
and have nothing to keep

When your mind is shallow
and your pain is deep
And your eyes resemble
the clouds that weep

The words will come...

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ThePoet May 2016

• Greed •

I feel the selfishness beginning to sprout
Growing vast in a world already at stake
I can only see two hands reaching out
The right will give as the left will take

The world thirsts for the rush of greed
If we had it all we would still want more
We claim we care for the ones in need
When all of our riches feed off the poor

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ThePoet May 2016

• Contrast •

The dusk made up of darkness
The dawn contained of light
As you were the break of day
I was the shadow of night

The bad made up of blackness
The good contained of white
As I was everything wrong
You were everything right

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ThePoet Apr 2016

• Bipolar •

Rushing ecstasy
Intensive flow
Rising high
Crashing low
Raging apathy
Falling apart
Chaotic outbreak
Back to the start

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ThePoet Mar 2016

• Who Are We To Judge? •

Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?
To feel minds can be limited?

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ThePoet Mar 2016

• Inspiration •

Inspiration was never
derived from what I saw
and admired,
never from what I felt
and desired

I found
it in a place where
I was weak and prone
with broken bones,
unknown to the world
and alone on my own

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