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“He drove his mind
into the abyss
where poetry
is written.”
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― George Orwell
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Elfje:
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mind
over matter
seeing is believing
illusions and skulduggery abound
mysticism
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Haiku
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rivers to oceans
water the essence of life
naming the seasons
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Poem:
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memories lost, memories rekindled
long timers share their stories from hell
their old faces scarred and wrinkled
of wedded bliss and good times they tell
moments of heroic courage and valor
fox hole prayers hoping to survive
the countries flag their favorite color
what the world was like in forty-five
the troops their mighty numbers dwindl
some battles only remembered on library pages
their step and cadence no longer nimble
their cause and effort are one for the ages
how soon the next generation conveniently forgets
self consumed by their technological advances
will they eventually suffer agonizing regrets
indifference slowly diminishes their chances
the ego, the super ego, the id, debated
why does man want to destroy humanity
mementos and thoughts of the past desecrated
what will ever end this absurd insanity
don’t be the lemming, be the voice
when the swamp becomes putrid, pull the plug
hope and faith that there will be a time to rejoice
when all men will be greeted by a loving hug
history is know to repeat
can the cycle be broken
will Satan suffer defeat
can peace be the only language spoken
only time will tell
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ME and the Boss
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ME and the Boss Poetry 