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Adolf HitlerThough most despise you Furor, see,  That all you were was genius bound,  Inside a face that most forget,  Cocooned in madness rarely found.   
Your plan to rid the Earth of Jew,  Near succeeded ‘fore you fell,  As Furor with repulsive thoughts,  You cast the world in shadow’s spell.   
Dictator, we all scorn your name,  For what you are none will surmise,  Someone who’s heart’s a blackened void,  Someone millions can despise.   
‘One man to show them all his way,   One man to wipe their lives away’   
Funny how such ti Adolf Hitler
Those Left BehindThose Left Behind   
His face is flushed with laughter; hers with tears.  He fidgets in his chair, she dabs her eyes.  He paces in impatience, masking fears;  She holds her head up bravely, as she cries.   
She’s wed to a commander called to serve.  But now she doesn’t want to let him go.  He’s married to a soldier in reserve-  He doesn’t want the fear inside to show.   
He glances at his watch; she, at the door.  She tries to smile; he tries to shrug a nod.  Each fails as their soldier leaves for war.  She prays for safe returns; He curses God. &nb Those Left Behind
Anti- ReligionBelieving in something that never existed,  Putting your faith in nothing above.  Living your life by an ancient book,  
Asking forgiveness for something you loved.   
Forced into something you never wanted,  
To uphold your family name,  
Your almighty book is corrupt and sexist,  
Ruining lives and your to blame.   
Ironically meant to protect,  
Yet millions have died fighting,  
Following an idiot religion,  
Can you feel the restraints tightening?  
 
Religion is crowd control used to rule,  
Being naïve enough to believe it makes you a fool. Anti- Religion
We the PeopleJustice is not what it was built to be.  Our system is corrupt, unlike the past.  America was the land of the free,  the home of the brave, the work of the vast.   
The constitution is no longer true,  and is merely but a sheet of paper.  The rules are no longer voted by you,  they are pre-planned. The government's caper.   
The legal system has always been flawed,  but "We the people..." no longer applies.  The authorities stand back shocked and awed,  at how America believes their lies.   
Maybe in the future, not far away;  our nation can thrive like back in th We the People
IsolatedWithin a droning silence  addiction masks  a life without love  tormented souls are drowning  isolated in shame. Isolated
Souls In Armor
Decisions Times Three SquaredThere is no such thing as a victimless conflict.   
 
 
Peace lay dirty on the table,  The bloodshed of war seems cleaner,  Closer to the touch and easier to obtain,  War most often appears the clearer plan of action,  While peace leaves much room for dread,  I make these statements from observation,  Not from flights of deluded fancy,  But for the reasons of understanding that as war is waged,  And the warriors of rage on both sides fight,  It is the soldiers of peace that are often counted among the dead. Decisions Times Three Squared
DivisionofNationsofSelI was a teenager before I learned to fight  Early, I wondered at the lack of cohabitation of Mankind  Later, when I learned the warrior’s way I still wondered  What is it about us that desires Hate over Love  War above Peace, Wealth over Equality  What of our unity escapes us? DivisionofNationsofSel
Beauti-product-ful WomanHer lipstick looked like wax, like crayons  
had melted above her teeth in a gruesome  semblance of youth. Her skin was bronze,  and I wondered when she would become  one of those statues, oxidized and green.  Her hair was yellow, wheat-chaff dry  and styled like an aerosol spider queen  had spun a cobweb and a lie  (too much mascara is only what people want)  above her truest thoughts. I wanted  to know what she knew of the world, but  
I asked her a leading question instead:  
"Would you have, had you been born blind,  made up your face or made up your mind?" Beauti-product-ful Woman
BulimiaFortune foretold this Cancer come upon  A most gaunt Capricorn, purging her flaws.  With violent tremors, her last fault flew on.  Soft orbs closed, quite tragic, as Pandora’s pause.  This lonely trav’ler inquired to please.  Head held high, and a shake of mane sable,  To Charon she fled. Poor soul to be seized  Ere she dine Hades’ unholy table.  Yet angels paid no int’rest as she choked  On base bread and wretched wine without fuss.  Translucent skin, dark blood, anger invoked,  Yet within, bright heart beat so vigorous.  Downward my hand stretched, so vile consumption cease;   Bulimia
On Death RowMy days were numbered ever since day one  Now I’m running out of time to borrow  And every second, more time has gone  I’m just hours away from tomorrow   
When I arrived, the gloom brought me such pain  The darkness choked me like the hangman’s rope  Now I beg for the night time to remain  Those black seconds freezing, my only hope   
I’ve been told that everyone makes mistakes  I suppose that my mistake was too much  And now my heart pounds as the morning breaks  Sadly I wait for the sun’s greedy touch   
I regret what I’ve done, and now On Death Row
A World of WarFive years ago we remember,  that fateful day in September-   
All hopes were crushed when families died.  When in the ruble, none survived.   
Airplanes, ships & troops sent out  while heavy hearts are filled with doubt   
More bombs & deaths before our eyes  to our leaders we criticise.   
Stop the terror was there belief,  but only it fills us with more grief.   
We long for the day when peace will come  when bombings and terror will be done.   
If it wasn't for that fateful day,  maybe our loved ones would be here to stay. A World of War
Endangered SpeciesI never thought I would see the day  
When my work would be on displayed  
I would have been so proud of it  Looking so beautiful  For all the world to see  
But I cant take the credit  
For my beloved was stolen  
Like a child riipped away for it's mothers breast  
Sold off for profit  
Never to feel the protection I would have given it  
Because my homeland did not protect me  
And now I am starving  
For my child was my life  
I know now that the world is cold Endangered Species
Obama PoemSkip a beat, oh heart of mine,  For this man is a sign.  He's no communist, it's a fact,  But stands for equality in the pack.   
After years of not caring,  Now I am staring.  He installed desire,  Toward my country I now inquire.   
Peace on earth, some may laugh,  But history evolves like we learned in class.  He is the one to lead the way,  And he installs hope for better days.   
When Bush came to office I was but 15,  And then 9/11 seemed like a dream.  Shortly after war began,  Then we saw the destruction of man.   
We've held on for 8 y Obama Poem
Master of PuppetsMaster of Puppets   
Roads walked be people who see without eyes  Homes filled with people who hear without ears  Lives lived by people who live without lives  Time spent as people who are without years  Passing off values as trivial things  Controling the world in every detail  Master of Puppets is pulling the strings  Guilding the passage of time without fail.  But is a lifeless life one without Suffer?  Freedom's a burden from which they are free.  Unaware there is one another  Yet this would never be allowed on me.  Statues that amble with none but blank desire  Bl Master of Puppets
An Axe Dripping Blood.A glass of ale that I will drink tonight,  'For I must go to war unsteady.   
The blood will shed and there will be no fright,  'For we will go to war stoned and ready.   
The helmet of horns, the armor of pain,  The fields will be bloody and mouths bleeding.   
We know what we do, we do it in vain,  There will be dead bodies, souls for reaping.   
The mead will keep us fueled through the night time,  Blood, Guts, and Glory we eat for breakfast.   
The war is the time to let our beards shine,  We bring our women to be more festive.   
The night is done, An Axe Dripping Blood.
Sleepingto scar, to scare, our lovely people fair  a crime punishable by things unmentionable  they'll chase the wrong-doer back to his lair  no matter that their methods will be proven questionable   
We'll stay snuggled safe in bed  think the monsters are gone or daddy will save the day  we'll take our rights cuddled up on our bed not knowing the kitty away is being led  daddy'll smile, we'll follow kitty, as we don't see daddy lead the way   
maybe daddy's good, maybe daddy's bad  does it really matter?  to childern there is no one greater than their dad  and it doesn't matter,whethe Sleeping
The OthersThe Others   
The smoke billows throughout the darkest night.  What is left of my brother fills my lungs.  He was taken from us despite our fight,  Here we were left to scream with silent tongues.  We are German, though that gives us no hope.  We thought safety lay in light hair and eyes,  Now I see none lie past the reaching scope  Of the Gestapo. Their festering lies  Weave webs of death and decay which settle,  Like the ashes that swirl, about my feet.  Silent tears flood this world, cold as metal  In the winter snows of our harsh defeat.  He takes them all, der Fuhrer, The Others
The MasqueThe Masque   
Hidden beneath colorful silken masks,  Ivory faces emotionless lie.  Gentle, elegant dances are their tasks,  Following preset steps, never to fly.   
Free thought confined they twist and twirl.  Visages with faux smiles plastered,  Dancing on in an eternal swirl,  To a song they thought they had mastered.   
Far above in his private balcony,  The maître de ballet watches his play,  Searching for one showing inharmony,  Who from the ballet he could do away.   
None faltered, they could dance once again,  Spinning forever in their dance of v The Masque
ConformityConformity is a giant monster.  Consuming originality, through  Intimidation and threats from a peer,  And dark fear of what actions will ensue.   
The world expects all humans to be clones,  With no thoughts but those that they spit at us.  I wont be just another of the drones,  Who let themselves be pushed under the bus.   
Why follow rules that are meant to restrict  The abilities that are living mans gift?  My art is my soul and you can not convict,  A man for having a soul that is swift   
Why then does a person seek to conform?  Throw off the chains that bin Conformity
The Heavens Need to WeepThe heavens need to weep from time to time,  When unsuspecting sorrow swells inside,  
The shoulders hunch and in a sweet release  They purge our world in desperate need of peace,  In love and war it’s said that all is fair,  But one can’t count the lives said au contraire,  
I’ve seen the hypocrites berate the truth,  I’ve seen guerillas brainwash Sudan’s youth,  These tears may fall in sheets or piercing stings,  But e’re they come like rhythms God would sing,  His heart revealed in songs like liquid bells  That masquerade throughout the world and tell  Of love stripped bare, once The Heavens Need to Weep
that hated freedom 
 
 
a little clarity would make all fresh  we ask for truth and get a fleet of lies  our bond of service we can't criticise  for all we do we still are forced to mesh  our lives with your quite alien flesh  we're kept to it by a huge host of spies  the ever-circling never-sleeping eyes  assigned till death while we are still in creche  the world's become a prison with no wall  we call it freedom and in silence sigh  but all that's left to us is one small cup  we fear to climb because we risk to fall  we cannot challenge the most blatant lie  our only obligation' that hated freedom
To the SoutheastA lovely expression upon your face  When the liquid prayers fall on the land  The rain will heal and help this arid place  What used to be here will return from sand  A trickle of a smile may cure your soul  A trickle of water and it will grow  A trickle of a tear down your face rolls  All these together make this river flow  Although this is a horribly long drought  And all the tears could mend the cracking soil  All of them from a lack of hope and doubt  With all the emotion the heat still boils  Though tears steaming on the dirt is the trend  All bad things, like good, must c To the Southeast
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