More Poetry
by Ade Cull.
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I saw passion today
Riding the wings of a Storm,
Crying for melancholy.
I saw contemptment yesterday
Drifting in a still calm sea,
Crying for a wind.
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The window is open,
But is it?
The Door is open,
But is it?
Like those peaks of perfection
We try and communicate to another Soul.
While they have perfections of their own.
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Mother,
You shuddered like a Lover
When you died,
Which makes me wonder
Of the fire and thunder
Thats inside.
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The Pen touches the Paper,
The Ink bleeds,
The Ink bleeds you,
I cried on that Dusky Sunken Morn,
I cried and my Heart fell to the Ground,
But then it rose again
Only to touch every part of you.
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I sit in this Dream, I sit,
My Heart follows a straight line,
A line of selfishness and denial
For I am scared of being burned.
Take this Heart and beat it against the Wall
Beat it so hard it bleeds.
It bleeds and bleeds.
Then put it back hardened
Until it becomes soft again
Soft and shit like.
Then burn it in a fire of passion
A fire derived from the Wind and Trees,
Burn it until it becomes charred and cynical,
So cynical it doesn't dance as a Child anymore.
Then buy it, buy it with Money earned by Thieves
Money that bought the Wind and Trees.
Then it will turn on you and spit in your Face.
So with the disgrace that brought Beggars to Kings
Put it in a Bird
And let it fly to be free.
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01/05/96
We used to have the Day off
To respect the Workers toil
To walk the Streets with Banners
That was made for Sweat and Soil.
We used to dance the old tunes
Passed on from you to me
But now we have 24 and 5
VH1 and MTV.