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When fear takes form.

Your ghost haunts me
while the night cradles my hair,
I drift on a moonbeam afar
and this brief history in time

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The Sun threatens appearance
clinging to this darkness
I find peace on earth
to be evermore near now,
but the world trembles
as I soak in the silence.

In an easy nation of larkikins
uneasy seems to be breaking news,
the crystallized peace has cracked
naivety lost in the death of innocence,
we've battled on foreign soil, and died,
but war has never fallen on our shores

The lucky country of green and gold,
kangaroos and oceans of desert,
will become the front lines, shock
and horror will still all who reside,
but the spirit of the ANZACS
will rise up once more, munimenting
our claim to be again, free of fear

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Waltzing Matilda is the rhythm of our beat
justice for all in the stamping of our feet,
freedom from fear for all of our folk
even serious we can crack a bloody joke

Dont forget the men who died
What ? a hundred years ago,
they all perished protecting
the way of life we know

Don't let their sacrifice be in vain
Don't let them take our way of life,
cause if and when we are defeated
we will be in the deepest strife

Lets again know days of innocence
astride the lights of hope,
when good men go away to war
it can be the loss of a good bloke

We've lived in golden times
that witnessed lasting peace,
I never say we're perfect
but do you want this ceased ?

I am scared for all the world
and for the mothers of the sons,
who right now as you read this
are being slaughtered with a gun

I don't know where we are going
But I know the places we've been,
Tilting on the precipice, to slide
this maybe the worst we've ever seen

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Azimuth is crossed with light
as my fear grows legs and walks,
the phantom in plasma awake
static in their heads, press away.

Ghosts made real. In a push.

 

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Comments

i love the emotion throughout the poem, hun.

Nature is crying
but humans are deaf.
It is slowly dying,
struggling for every single breathe

but the parasites are not done yet..

Now they are killing their own race
out of greed and lust for power,
losing peace as their prayers for grace
is ridiculed by the senseless slaughter.

With every usage of toxic chemical
in their endless cycle of war,
they robbed the essence of this world,
making it cracked with sore.

The violence is in their soul,
in their warped, cruel mind
This world has grown old
but Mankind is still blind.

There is sorrow in the air,
the grief echoed in the passing wind.
With its body bleeding everywhere
this wounded world is dying....

Alid

That the thought of tomorrow
makes us quake.
Still thy rapid heartbeat
maiden of the red soil.
Listen to the reason,
walk with me awhile.

All fear is just a passing thing,
brought on by trying times
Yet listen to my heartbeat,
as a bird brings forth its song..
Take care young lady and worry of other things,
Yours Da xx
( larkikins is spelt with a double "r" La La, Larrikins)

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