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Artisticism is the political and radical fight for art.
This piece is based on the fight againsf the good and bad. Knowing the rich need to help the poor more Through our speech and thought as our rights as a person in the world full of art.
As I look into your eyes there's always signs that temper my soul. To ease my tensions as the paradox of my passions. Stay with me to be part of my fashion with you my love. Let my nights be cold if I'm not lying next to you. Then let my mornings be blue if our love isn't true when I'm never with you. Let my feeling's be  part of my desire. As my heart feels up with a passionate fire. Knowing you tell me the truth without any lies. When my obsessions rule my mind then let it only be in our sessions of tender loving cuddles and kisses. Because you are my only Mrs. Leaving only our love rendered in our souls to show us the meaning of our lives.
This is a piece of poetry dedicated to my lovely wife Janet.
Neil Mcpake Aug 13
These terrorists don't understand all they have is the wrong agenda.  Leaving us to bare the scars we all remember. If they all read there holy books right the armed forces all wouldn't need to be in this fight. Black and white as they keep us away from the darkness they help us bring fourth the light.
This poem is dedicated to all the Tactical  unti-terrorist, Armed response, Bomb squad units of the police, MI5, MI6 and the armed forces that protect are great nation we call England. God save thd king.
Neil Mcpake Aug 11
So wild are the graves with carved stone names. With souls of heaven and hell with different stories to tell. On angles wings do the good leave this world. As the evil in death sees the devil in god's firey spell. Unquenchable by no water or heavenly well.
This is a poem about the loss of life  within the good and evil in thos world and what it means to keep on the straight and narrow.
Neil Mcpake Jul 26
Age
Everything what goes up must come down. The only thing on this earth that doesn't is your age.
This is a short poem what my dad John use to say ro me when I was just a boy. I miss you dad r.i.p I love you always.
Neil Mcpake Jul 9
A true intellectual must learn how to read and write with thoughts of the mind. knowing the ways of our true intellectuals in our time.
This piece of poetry is about knowing how to
exercise the right to learn how to read and write through practise of thought. Knowing a true intellectual can become a genius.
Neil Mcpake Jul 9
Artisticology is the worship of art.
This piece is about worshiping art and what lengths we take to keep it.
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