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HeartlessEveryday I wake up, To see your lifeless eyes, And everyday I shed a tear, For you, and your heart of ice,Heartless
There's nothing I could ever do, To teach you how to care, The only things you're bothered by, Are nails, shoes and hair,
You never showed a smile, You only grimaced and sneered, You take and take and never give, No wonder you're feared,
It burns my heart to see you, Scowling at the poor, You never thought to give to them, You only wanted more,
Your boss says you're amazing, But you don't need to be told, &nbs


In The GutterI walk along a dirty road, With drunks and tramps,In The Gutter
and who knows what else, They look at me with dull eyes, Let out a burp or fart, and get on with their usual business,
I see a light, In the corner of my eye, The post office, Empty, cold and boring, While the drunks throw up, Just behind my rhythmic footsteps,
I'd like to think I let out a glow, to those lonely old geezers, A beacon they could aspire to follow home, But in the end I am one of them, Not a leader, just overdressed, Because we're all in the gutter..


Perish...Joseph fell to the floor, Life rushing from his broken body, He remembered everything in one moment, His first bike ride, His first day at school,Perish...
He could almost feel death breath upon him, and welcomed it like a long lost friend, He remembered the terror, His first comrade to die in his arms, His first murder,
He felt his soul separate from his body, and waved it goodbye for eternity, He remembered having to let go, His first funeral, His son's first day at nursery,
He thought of his family, Who rushed to his side at that mom


The BirdsongThe wind rushed between the trees as the birds sang their native song, They whistle a tune of anguish, sorrow, disruptiveness and hate,The Birdsong
They sing of madness and discontent with life as they know it, They yell a shout of pride in their own skewed perspective,
They make a nest for housing living offspring to carry out their deeds, And drive their sword like beaks into the lowly maggots who oppose them,
Yes, the birds are planning, plotting for revenge for their mistreat, Yet all we hear is "tweet, tweet, tweet"


KabirI stood on the beach waiting for Kabir. Waves flashed and huts smokedbandits in the night. I heard ancient tongues from the water. Urdu, I thought. Meems and alifs swam into shells, my palms, my ears.Kabir
I carried the shells to the garden, empty like my linger. I saw the blush of rain on leaves, the silk of dawn lifting, stones scrubbing the riverbedand I was bored. Which Kabir would it be? Kabir the homeless hero. Kabir struck by a lightning twig. Kabir by a rose bush. A lime tree. A thousand birds in the sky, but heldstillto clouds, branches, stars. Kabir the scratch of time.
Now I sit on the


A Thought-Provoking ThoughtThis is a dangerous poem If you read this poem you will die If you ignore it you will live But can you tear your eyes away? Do you want to ignore it? Would you pass up the wisdom it can bestow on you? Or would you rather reminisce to yourself? About the life you thought you'd lived Or the lie you thought had been forgived About the goal that you worked to achieve Or the gift you happened to recieve About the heart you thought you'd satisfied Or the dream you always thought had died If you were to die at the end of this poem Could you really say you'd lived atA Thought-Provoking Thought


WeekDayMonday is for rainfall which floods the heart today, the patter of drops on windows washes happiness away,WeekDay
Tuesday is for duty which cannot break or bend, doesn't matter if you will struggle it will find you in the end,
Wednesday is for sorrow depression, anger, fear, thoughts of long and winding roads will make you drop a tear,
Thursday is for submission your heart's forced release, the loss of a more simple life will break you piece by piece,
Friday is for conforming to what your neighbour wants, you'll do
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