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For those of you who might want to see my regular poetry, too, here it is.


Summer Sunsets: to Yusufu

Staring at the sunset, I think of many things.
I think of wishes, of hopes and dreams and wings.
I think of I and I think of you,
I think of the future, all the things we'll do.
I think of emotion, of love and hate,
I think of destiny, I think of fate.
I think of the world, the people in shame,
I think of responsibility, I think of blame.
I think of being safe in your arms -
Safe from change and safe from harm.
But most of all I think of this -
You and I in etenal bliss.



What A Glorious Day This Is - A Note To The Upper Class

What a glorious day this is
That we can say, "I don't feel like working."
What a glorious day this is
That we can live off shirking.
What a glorious day this is
That we have cash to spare
What a glorious day this is
That we shop while foreigners have but rags to wear.
What a glorious day this is
But it bears a warning, too -
What a glorious day this is
That the working class could soon be you!



A Trip Inside A Murderer's Mind

(Note: these are not my feelings, they're what I imagine a depressed murderer's would be.)

I thought in bed of the weary and weak.
No matter how I tried, I could not sleep.
Hope comes and goes, like the tide -
But where to, nobody knows. It's all a lie.
I thought of hatred and of depression
Of dictators and kings, of worldwide oppression.
Life begins and ends, yet the cycle's unchanged
Yet none realises it but the deranged.
And still I laid just thinking here
And out of my eye slipped a single tear.
Love is but a word, a simple mistake
Though many a heart it does break.
The answer is simple, why can't I do the math?
If life is but a journey, can't we just step off the path?
Feelings are our essence, essential for survival
Yet they can prove to be quite a rival.
Friendship seems like hell beyond
For nothing can sever such a strong bond.
And my one regret is this...
I have yet to savor Death's kiss.