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MY PLACE
I have an acre of land "No trespassing allowed"
It sits between an ocean and a sea
The view from this plot is out of this world
Would you care to come sit with me?
Next time you're heading to your dreams
Come to me and take my hand
I shall lead you the 238,900 miles
To my piece of lunar land
We can sit in peace watching our world as it spins
And wave to the people we know
Watch deep blue oceans,red sandy deserts
And the mountains topped with snow
We can't stay in this place forever
We must return to our bodies to awake
But this is my plot and i'll return
For the view,for peace and for sanity's sake.
Work?
Work,work,money,money.
How much must I get?
I've worked allmost solid for three months now
Is that not enough yet?
YES!I need to eat
And a roof above my head
But why must I make loads of money?
Why can't I just make bread? |
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Let Me Live
I feel caged
Yep,like the proverbial tiger
I pace my house
And the hours pass by
But unlike my feline friend
The bars that hold me
Are within my mind
I trapped myself,
And built the walls around me
A few airbricks,Yes,
No windows though,not even a door
The phone gathers dust unanswered
Wire coiled,
Handset ready to strike like a cobra
No visitors stop by to knock
Just to say "Hi"
But then they've tried many times
I've heard them
(While cowered in a corner
Shouting for help)
Never heard of course
How can I be heard without actually talking?
Perhaps one day I'll talk
Maybe even when there's someone who'll listen
'Till then I'll stay caged
And keep these thoughts to myself.
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MY TWIN
*Here I take a drink as me then a drink as my twin
I've got a brother,he looks just like me.
Me too
We're both right-handed,watch, * there did you see?
I'm the outgoing loud one,whereas he's very shy,
Though he does pop his head out sometimes
Just to say "Hi".
Hi.
He knows everything about me but
My knowledge of him is rather thin.
His emotions hide in a cave
Into which I've never been let in.
Tuh.
He loves nature same as me,
Wouldn't hurt a fly.
Ehem Ehem.
Hmmm,yeah,ok culicidae,vespodidea and diptera,
We both don't mind if they die.
I need a drink,my throat's gone parched,
So I'll hand you over to him.
Beer,Whiskey or Vodka,I don't mind
But please don't make it a Gin.
Oh my!I wasn't expecting this,
I don't know what to say.
Ok,you go whet your whistle
But don't be long away.
Well there you go,that's my Bro,
He's a much better guy than me,
Witty,caring,you can't stop him sharing
And never lacks in joviality.
Oh good,he's back from the bar
And of course he's brought me a drink,
I'll hand you back over to him and wander off on my own
To do what I do best,which is think.
Bye.
Bye mate.Thanks for coming.
I know you don't like being out on view.
People please don't dislike him for being the being he is
'Cos he doesn't dislike you.
Guess he's gone back to his cave to rant and to rave
Little knowing that he will be missed.
I must go too,into life's hullabaloo.
Plus I wanna get off here and get pissed.
But if you'd like to know more,just knock on my door.
If no answer the key's under the mat.
My throat's drying again and without drink I shall wane.
So I'll thank you all with a tip of my hat.
Goodnight.
The Real Me?
Be happy they say.
Ha!They must be mad,
When being me means
That I must be sad.
Be loving they plead.
But that's not my fate.
For me to be me
I must hate.
Be generous they order,
Give some to the needy.
No sorry I can't
I have to be greedy.
Be concerned they tell.
I just give them a look,
Why should I?,WHY SHOULD I?
When I don't give a fuck.
Be helpfull they implore.
Not a chance I say.
I'll try my damdest
To get in the way.
How about truthfull?They ask.
I just roll my eyes.
Don't be so stupid
My mouth's full of lies.
Be honest they cry.
But that's not how I feel.
I've a million and one
Things yet to steal.
Be tactful they plead.
Here I don't want to delude,
I also perfer to be
Extremely rude.
Karl Graham
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