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~~PILGRIMAGE.

Coming out, to entertain
To sing and shout
Express their pain
Then wash away
The darkness of today.
A movement swelling,
Compelling us to change
A movement which is seldom heard
Of music, song, and spoken word
A pilgrimage of arts
By martyrs to the cause
Troubadours
Who oppose the wars
With songs, not rifles
With once stifled words,
Now roaring, soaring
No longer s...

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~~THE BEACH.
Did he laugh? Did he cry?
Did he ever ask you why?
You were running.
Did you wonder? Did you think?
As the boat began to sink.
Could there be a second coming?
Did you swim? Did you float?
When the water filled your boat.
And you became children of the waves.
Could you see? Could you breathe?
When the ocean started heaving
And you were no longer slaves.
Did you sigh? Did y...

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~~NOT A MACHINE.

I don’t want to be in a hundred places.
I don’t want to drown in a million faces.
I don’t really know them.
I don’t want to show them who I am.
I just want to dam this increasing flow
Of places, faces I can’t put my finger on.
If I close my eyes they should be gone.
But they linger, hanging on,
Banging on like a spoilt brat.
Droning on about this ‘n’ that,
Like a coll...

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