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ABOEmusic

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Hidden 'neath the leaves Brown untidies, spiders, bugs Making people seetheChildren bury selves Underneath the deadened brush Scaring those who delveOld sagacious trees Bare and sparse of life itself Ready for the freezeAphids, birds and bees All without a home, it seems Seasonally squeezedHarvesters, they reap All the year has offered up Ready for the sleepYellow, orange, red Nature's own kaleidoscope All while we are fedLittlage are keen To be scary dressed as vamps During Hallowe'enOrange leaves abound Sky's warm glow casts shadows, long&nbsp; Autumn's come around

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Big beast not like little beast much Little beast sneaky and evil and such Seem little beast want big beast die But why oh why? How big beast sighSeem little beast like make big beast trip Always tripping big beast so has rage fit But big beast know end soon, so hangin on in And making sure little beast can't keep on winBig beast bigger, stronger and wiser Little beast trigger, thronger, but miser Big beast get rich, get all money of world Set up accounts for all living on worldThen divvy up dough, all same and fair Coz big beast like equal, like peaceful, like share Small beast must quit evil scheming right now No choice - necessity. Stop be like clown.Little beast fearful of tearful exchange Not want big beast to be happy, just 'fraid Much effort made to keep big beast in cage But big beast pick lock long ago, when not rageBigger the big beast, bigger the heart Bigger the target for little beast dart But little beast dart just like cupid arrow Make big beast want to play with big beast marrow

NOSTALGIA

Am I insane Or this is a planet Bring me some tea please Shoot at a gannetThis is my recourse The stars are alight Music is destiny Baking all nightRobinson's fruit drinks Time for a shower Bin day approaches Lemons are sourIf are be a chorus Or is you be a die And skin has a porous Sums art thou with many a lieI'm after the dance of my life Presents do little for strife Showing that it can be done Making love to the morning sunIf this is a chorus Or am I to die And skin is so porous Sums are a lieYou are the plaintiff This is a bear Magic is painted The ghoulies are barePrinting an ice cream Playing exams Dancing on sun cream Wearing your plansDoing a headphones Smiling is war Fixing the palm line Smoking is sureYou pleases is never so next to me The way to the duvet is bowls are an energy Can always are hard for a dime Grice did it, but for a soggy lime

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CONTEMPORARY

Thinking's overdone Mindfulness must win the war Calm can take it's throneInner critic woes Lead to one becoming stressed Eggshells under footCalm the mind at once&nbsp; Clear as day one's duties are Face the fear aloneGrow into a man Legendary, brave and proud Lead them to their blissRestful in the mind Of the man who tolerates Differences of kindEmpty are the words Floating by like clouds on high&nbsp; Letting sun shine brightRainbows may appear The light does have its profit For the calm of mindLiabilities Once quite feared, now welcomed in As friends of the kingStillness does prevail Quietude at last is owned Stormy weather ends

Minfdulness (Haiku)

Convalescence Feel its presence Marking the new wayOutrageously Courageously Larking sans affrayArrhythmically The all do see Its flow has now begunFerociously Precociously It enters in from noneThe paradox No doors; yet locks It keeps all in suspenseProfanity Mundanity All lost to ticks and tocksThe way's congested Not untested It must know itselfIts marvel? Lands In its own hands Promoting its good healthIt has its way The now - today When it is found eternalIts light within? Much treasured glim To those who are infernalAnd now - at once The truth confronts Itself, the beast be tamedForever's nigh No need of try It worships self, not nameIts magic, true To those with few Still moments of the mindWho is it, though? The high; The low The All-One of its kindAnd without end It does distend Into itself of courseTo all who see What it does be It forces without forceA mystery Of sorts, it be Even, it seems, to selfAlikened, then To those times when A glimpse came of top shelf!All seasons change Yet folks exclaim Audacities of oldBy day or night Townsfolk shine bright Yet none are bought, nor soldIn now, it seems Dichotomies Astound even the wiseIts words are like Symbols, of type Their meaning oft disguisedHenceforth, all clocks Shall tick and tock But not without permissionAll must obey The natural way No need of cruel perditionSo onwards then Unto the glenn Where peace and love aboundWhere there be such Of kindness, much! And harmony is found

Daffodil

I have so many things: flashy cars; private planes I have wealth beyond my wildest dreams I'm respected, admired: the talk of the town But my joy is not all that it seemsI have profited greatly through exploited labour I'm ruthless and quite psychopathic&nbsp; I have been there and done that and sold all the t-shirts&nbsp; I tell you - this business lark's magic!I have filled all my wallets with coin from all over Yet 'more' is what I say I need It'll never be sating as long as I'm trading And that is the problem with greedYou see, once, as a youngun, got kicked on my bunion And never did forgive the lad And now, decades since then, I've no sword but a pen And I've learned that it's good to be badThere were several times I thought that being the nicest Was better than being the cunt But now pathos has settled, I'll now not be fettered Look ma! I'm no longer the runt!And though good times flow freely like wine from a barrel I find myself here all alone Sure - there's 'friends' but they're ruthless, sometimes leave me toothless And there's none on end of my phoneIf I could start over before I am clocked I would grab my new life with both hands But there's some revolution called 'The Grand Solution' And it's too late to make a standThe banks have all toppled, the bankers? Self-throttled There isn't much hope for me now The 'infinite wealth' that was promised is over And now I'm no longer endowedThe once-wealthy corpos who once ran the show Are all waving their white flags aloft The workers have work and there's the added perk&nbsp; That the time has now come for the toffsSee, if I'd been wiser and chosen a life That did not entertain exploitation There's a chance, only small, but a chance nonetheless&nbsp; That I would have caused less provocationIf there's one thing you take from this, I hope you've learned That being a dickhead's unwise Never fall in the trap, do not bow to peer pressure Because that game does offer no prizeAnd now at the end of this I won't pretend I am happy it's come to a close See all of this fighting has taken its toll But I am the whole point of this prose