Why do poets ponder

The birds of the air...

For their beauty, their freedom, their song?

Why do they find peace in asking

Questions that begin with why?

Why are they so willing to share

The inner most part of their soul,

Hidden in symbolic mazes

With hedges high?

I guess what I'm really asking

Is why do I?

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Why did this happen?

Why did we go a drought?

Why the hell did you hurt me?

Why the heck didn’t I say ouch?

Why didn’t you just tell me you hated the way I laugh?

Why couldn’t I tell you I hated you because you cheated in the past?

Why did you talk to me like a dumb dog?

Why didn’t I tell you that your pride was too strong?

Why didn’t you say, “ I never ...

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Does a lie has feet or walk 
Only liars have more than two 
Don't listen to a lie as a joke 
Then will help lies to grow 

God will ask; why do you lie? 
So get ready for God's punishment. 
Me, you, them, surely will die 
Should keep ready for last statement 

Get back soon to the early pureness 
And stop cheating creatures
Just in case you look for happiness 
Be f...

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So much pain I try to keep it tamed 
We grew up different we not the same
The shit u do is fine the shit I do draw the line
Yo family there when u fall 
My family flat out don’t care 
U had everything 
I had to jugg everything 
I guess sometimes life ain’t fair 
It’s more to me then a ugky face with long hair 
Always been small but ion have fear 
Some nights I couldn’t sleep 
Many night...

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How are you?
What are you thinking about?
Why are you thinking that?
Where does your heart go?
Does your soul fly?
Can you see clearly?
Did it help?
What didn't help?
How is your soul?
How is your heart?
What do you think about?
How are you?

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Gloomy, rain-heavy clouds 
Are attractive; 
Particularly 
In meloncolic moods
Where old constellations
Of memories and people
Loom like foggy ghosts. 

And then wind 
Draws over the hills
Quickly, quietly. 

It is damp
And the fever 
Of dawn is null.

Sharp breath in,
And the mist peirces
A blood-red veil
Of flesh and cave;
Then release,
And the gum braised
Air returns to 
D...

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You had me finally sleeping

Of you I started dreaming

they were made up images

My eyes haven't had the chance

To witness your vivid image.

What happen for me to ache so bad?

I don’t understand this.

How is it you I miss

You are no where

I cant be there

I've never held your hand

Your eyes I have not stared into

Though you are every where.

Without you I can not...

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So why do I write?

I am not a poet,

but I write a

lot of poetry.

So why do I write?

I write to

show my

point of view.

So why do I write?

Sometimes it's to

feel like I have

a small amount

of control.

So why do I write?

I write what

I feel.

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I BECOME NOTHING

I ask how soon I will become nothing. When my sentiments tear me apart and bounce around my head like cannon balls from a faded war. I want to know so much more than what I’ve learnt in my forty years on this screwed up world, yes people do matter. If they didn’t, there would be no humanity, would there.

I want to go to Auschwitz and see where a millio...

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STEUBEN

Is it true that the Steuben was sunk in the war by the Soviets?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Is it true that many thousands died?                                                        ...

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