My Lonely Lore

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I stare at the silent starry night

The cold wind blew gently

Dancing with the hairs on my naked skin

Soft as they seem, the golden brown sand beneath my feet

Where oh where shall I go on this Silent Night?

My heart Thump Tily Thump

Like the sound of the African drum

If only you're here, to see them on my thumb

Just how the sound of rhythmic rum

Where oh where shall I go on this Mid Night Run?

To part, we did, never more,

To say I shall, neither nor,

For you it might be a core,

But what is more than to say no more?

Where oh where shall I cry my lonely Lore?

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Human greed

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It wasn't till the time we became runners,

That they laugh at us.

For our greed,

For our knowledge,

For our population.

That we invite chaos amongst us.

With heavy admission,

We did not care at first.

Taking things for granted.

It grew stronger in out blood.

But how far can we run?

How long can we hide?

Now that all is to be erase,

To a new blank page. 

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Caught Between Two Worlds

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When I was a child;

When reality seems to be a world of rules;

When dreams and imagination seems to be the only solution;

When Santa Claus and miracles seems to be real.

When I am an adult;

When work seems to be the only thing in mind;

When all rules have to be applied;

When I am stuck in reality, all I could hope for is a miracle.

Caught between two worlds;

Between reality and imagination;

Between what is real and what is fake;

If only miracles do happen in reality....

We all would still be alive....

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Our Land, Our Home

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All we need is a little hope;

For the world to be alright.

All we need is a little faith;

For the goodness in their heart.

All we need is a better someone;

For us to place our trust.

All we need is a greater friend;

Who would push us off our chair.

This is our world;

Our only ever world.

No home could ever be more pleasant than this.

This is the place we have in common.

The air that we breath in;

The soil that we rot in.

Just keep our hopes up;

Chins as high as it can go;

Shoulders back;

Chest of courage and bravery out;

And walk on straight.

For this is our land.

This is Home!

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Forgotten us lot

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We come in many sizes

Each from different places

We serve a different purpose

Each given a different faces

Some may come for the individuals

Some comes for those who are with others

Some comes to provide security of love ones

Some comes only to give rest to walking legs

Though some come for the old

Some come for the young ones

There are also some that come new

And stay till they are older

And maybe even rot till they die, forgotten

That no one will ever give thought of us

When we are being thrown

Out of the house

And no one takes us home

Nor take us back to where we come from

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