From Hunting Clowns

Excerpts from some of the poetry I wrote during the first semester of school, during lectures.

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Can’t write out the light
Of emotional truth
Cloistered in my conscious
You’d need a real sleuth
To uncover the other
Who lives with me
But man I ‘love her peaches
Wanna’ shake her tree’
Shameless quotes sickly antidotes
Is losing pace with you
But in this modern world
I find my mind unfurled
And just what is a boy to do?

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Beast battle
Cobra rattle
Clashin’ claw and tooth
Gun fire yes sire
Lets kill the brute
Cash in hand scorch the land
For the mighty dollar
Cut down his crown
And give it to the scholar
Wall the place keeping face
Let the streets sweep
Incendiary attitudes
Dangerous to keep
Form the flank
Point the spear
Defending your brother
Don’t let him disappear
You’ll never find another
Dodge and weave
Shoot and leave
With no survivors
Anyone left alive
The enemies revivers
Bloody taste what a waste
Of his potential
Clean him up sort him out
His training was torrential
Drop the nuke just a fluke
We burned them all away
They couldn’t stop the mushroomed doomed top today

Winning the arms race
Only cost our humanity
But on the bright side
Check out this insanity!

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Knowledge is still power!
Topple the tower
Make sure to scour
Over the land
Form the band
Can’t let the government stand
And reprimand
The liars, the sires, whoever admires
Ruthless cut-throats keeping antidotes
From the sickly for the prickly plundering sundering
Brute barons screaming with thunder and rumbling
To appease their fees for war-making clamour
Keeping all the spoils to support their vicious glamour
They’d damn her if no one could see what she deserved
Absurd taking a life like writing down a word

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When life gets tough the weak get dead
The way it was floats in my head
Over-ripe dripping juice the human fruit is all but mould
We’d keep it well if maybe we had not let our lives be sold
On the market shelf we sit eager babies eyes like wind
Darting home for the one to take our hand wash the sinned
Smell from hair to toe it holds like vice clamps on the wooden bit
I tried my best to make it burn but signal lights would not be lit
Alone we sit now in the dark only motions from our minds
Shadows prey on helpless thoughts on terror sharpened teeth grinds
Holding out for one last shot to push the ball back to my court
A mangled pile, steel and flesh, how can one man just retort
Against the anger of the mass, livid coarsely like a rasp
Scraping back my covenant at fraying threads of hope the grasp
Falls too short, it’s yet too soon, to free myself of this prison
Sit and wait, talk to the moon, it will render its decision
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