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Poem: Vision

I have a vision.
I have a vision that will blow your minds.
I have a vision that is so far–fetched that you will never think the same again.
And what is my vision?

Is it one of world peace and equal relations?
Is it one of love and care for everyone?
Is it one of happiness to the world around us?
I think not.

What my vision is, is reality.
I see the death of every single human on this god forsaken planet.
I see the destruction of every man–made and natural object in existence.
I see the world as one huge dustball, with no meaningful life.

“Impossible” I hear you say.
Think again my friends, to what this planet was like 4 billion years ago.
I’ll tell you. It was nothing. Nothing. Just a lump of rock in a not so endless space.
There are many like it today, and yet we care not for any of them.

We are not alone in this existence of ours, let me remind you.
There are other lifeforms out there, though we are unlikely to compare against their superiority.
Have you ever wondered though why all the technical machines,
All the ones looking for intelligent life, look AWAY from Earth?

So, this vision of mine, as unlikely as it sounds, WILL one day be true.
That I can guarantee. What is not so certain, is when this vision will come true.
It could be 30 years, it could be 30,000, but one day.
Besides, the Earth will not exist at all, in five million years time.

That Sun, which we value so dearly to our daily life and existence,
Will swell so large as it’s life begins to ebb away,
That the Earth will be blown out of existence, and our only hope as part of the human race,
Will be too migrate to a different system.

It won’t be like Star Trek, or anything as vulgar as that.
It will be civil, and organised, without the special effects.
My vision will come true, and it is up to the minority, to save the majority,
“I believe” is what you should now say, or be one of the majority.

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Poem: Reincarnation Of A Chip Bag

There I am, a flat chip bag,
Sitting with my friends, not yet a rag,
Of the undiscarded greasy chips,
Which they’ve shovelled past their bulbous lips.

At the end I’m consigned to the bin,
My reincarnation about to begin.
I sit in the trash for what must be days,
More rubbish on top of me in increasing layers.

I’m finally thought of, and to be recycled I go.
Along with my peers to a place we all know.
We’re shredded and cut into lots of little bits,
Then we’re split and thrown into the fire–filled pits.

The whole of me is burning,
Around and around I keep turning,
Oo I think I’m beginning to melt,
Now I know how those chips felt!

When I’m no more than ash, and the fire has died,
It’s then that I realise I’ve been totally fried.
No more chances for me in this lifetime.
I’ll just sit here and write another rhyme…

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Poem: Ode To Kristen

Kristen

Your name is Kristen, and you live in Bermuda
The only word that kinda rhymes is barracuda.
You sit in the sun, drinking anything cold,
It’s not liquor cos ya sixteen years old.

Ya chat on the ’net talking to all the ickle peeps,
They tell you all their secrets, and you have them for keeps.
Ya do ya little website, with all the fairy things,
It changes every week, with what your mood brings.

Ya don’t go to school nearly every other day,
So ya can stay at home, with the Internet and play.
Ya change ya name from Skylar, through nightmare and Rain,
There’s so many of you it hurts my little brain.

The moral of this poem should you want to know,
Is listen to your friends if you’re feeling low.
We are here to help, and guide you if we can,
Sorting out your problems, usually about a man!

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Poem: Emotions

The possibilities are endless,
The choices, immense,
The limitations few and far between,
The decision, intense.

One small idea can affect the life,
Of many a great man and his wife,
His children, pets, imaginary friends,
Opportunities arise to make amends.

The words we speak, the way we look,
The intonation when we read a book,
A raised eyebrow of humorous intent,
A wry smile of a joke that’s spent.

Emotions rule our every desire, and desires rule our views.
We hope for what we believe in, and trust we won’t lose.
Should we drink to our future, or drown our sorrows?
What will the world hold, in all our tomorrows?

The possibilities are endless.

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Poem: Connections

Chains that link us,
Charts that lead us,
Hearts that bleed us,
Heads that believe us.

We connect to them,
As they connect to life,
Questions to unknown answers,
Facts to proven lies.

Films that show us,
Fields that grow us,
Yields that sow us,
Yells that throw us.

We connect to them,
As they connect to life,
Questions to unknown answers,
Facts to proven lies.

Sky that surrounds us,
Problems that compound us,
Puzzles that dumbfound us,
Love that bounds us.

We connect to them,
As they connect to life,
Questions to unknown answers,
Facts to proven lies.

Dreams that wake us,
Screams that shake us,
Minds that make us,
Time that takes us.

We connect to them,
As they connect to life,
Questions to unknown answers,
Facts to proven lies.

Pictures that frame us,
Friends that name us,
Fears that tame us,
Pain that maims us.

We connect to them,
As they connect to life,
Questions to unknown answers,
Facts to proven lies.

Hail that fells us,
Hate that fills us,
Fate that wills us,
Blades that kill us.