Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
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He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
......
At the end of my suffering
there was a door.
Hear me out: that which you call death
I remember.
Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.
Then nothing. The weak sun
flickered over the dry surface.
......
Love in fantastic triumph sat,
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,
For whom fresh pains he did create,
And strange tyrannic power he shew'd;
From thy bright eyes he took his fire,
Which round about in sport he hurl'd;
But 'twas from mine he took desire
Enough to undo the amorous world.
From me he took his sighs and tears,
......
Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.
What is there to be or do?
What’s become of me or you?
Are we kind or are we true?
Sitting two and two, boys, waiting for the end.
Shall I build a tower, boys, knowing it will rend
Crack upon the hour, boys, waiting for the end?
Shall I pluck a flower, boys, shall I save or spend?
All turns sour, boys, waiting for the end.
......
Inside my head
There lives a thought
She scratches, she paws
She begs to be let out
The thumping from inside
On my temple, between my eyes
Thumping, thumping, thumping
......
My house is just that
A place for sleeping and belonging
But I don't want to go into it
Because of my issues from my trauma
My social media is for connections
But I'm terrified of the prison
Of my family's hate
and their relentless criticism
......
My hands tremble violently, my breath comes in ragged gasps,
A crippling terror wraps around me, choking the life from my chest.
I am drowning in fear—will they see me as I am,
Or will they tear me apart, calling me a liar,
Even when my soul is bare, speaking nothing but truth?
What would you do, if you were forced into a battle for justice,
And every single person around you pointed their finger,
Accusing you of being the monster?
I know my heart, I know my soul—I am not the enemy.
......
A sudden blaze,sharp and fierce,
piercing the quiet like a blade of glass,
splintering shadows that once cloaked the world.
I am caught, breathless, eyes wide and empty,
a moth to the flame, forgetting the dark
that was once my shelter.
All I see is brilliance, burning
away the known
......
Boldness, we need
To, in life, succeed,
Sweat is the seed
That achieves indeed !
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If we develop fear,
We lose our cheer,
Comes only tear,
Never fear dear !
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