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Underground eXperts United
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[ Five Poems ] [ By Mr Dude ]
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F I V E P O E M S
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by Mr Dude
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This is one of my most recent poems, and one of my best I'm told...
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FEAR
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why is it that this madness strikes
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as if i should be sleeping
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i feel like a child, sneaking
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awake too late to watch a scary movie
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these words twist and grind out of me
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impure, tainted, and yes, i am afraid
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these words shoot forth like a shot
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like so many pretty fleeting things
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leaving an exit wound that is my life
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my heart, and yes, again, my fear
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i was not quite asleep, on the verge
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on the threshold of lucidity, of dream!
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and i let it slip from me, mindlessly
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without a thought, indulging in my fear
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afraid that there is no god, afraid of truth
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afraid of being alone, afraid of love
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afraid that i am not what i say i am
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afraid that she does not love me or care
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or that no one will or that nothing is real
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afraid to be what i really am
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afraid of nothing
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so i sneak, fearful of discovery
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excited to know, i am a child
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and all that's left of that fleeting moment
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between wakefulness and sleep
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are these words, and yes, i am afraid
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they're meaningless...
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Here's one from my Thelema Lodge O.T.O. days...
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MASKS
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there is no blood
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there is no cup
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there is no sky
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when i look up
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there is no dark
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not even light
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i no longer have
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the strength to fight
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the snake can't strike
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the dove won't fly
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and I am living
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this terrible lie
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the temple has burned
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down to the ground
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i stop to listen
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there is no sound
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the egg lies broken
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the babe is dead
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as dreams of life
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run through my head
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stillborn and mute
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not even a chance
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only the masks
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left here to dance
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visions of joy
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let sorrow reveal
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there's nothing for
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the masks to conceal...
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Here's a couple straight from the heart...
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PIECES
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no one understands me
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the way that I love
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for no reason at all
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without limit or fear
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my heart is suicidal
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burning up in flames
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how it keeps on beating
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when its torn in two
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or three or a thousand
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pieces scatter away
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until nothing is left
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nothing left for myself
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and I cannot afford to cry
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because there is yet more
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and I fall again and again
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into your arms my lover
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will we meet tomorrow?
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in a different place
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with other faces and names
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loving until there is nothing
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and the world has gone away
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I do remember you my love
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and I recognize your eyes
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black and cold, inviting
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the gateway to my death
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a thousand graves lie open
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waiting for pieces of my heart
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and still I am unafraid
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even though I am alone...
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JEALOUS
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The jealous ones they fear love
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and can never possess it
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or control it or make it go away
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and when it does cross their path
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they consume it and waste it
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for lesser petty things
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they chain it down and beat it
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and love is never free
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the jealous ones, afraid
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that they will never know love
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and yet chase love away...
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Here's one for those afraid of love and/or sanity
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TRADERS
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i'd give my soul to know
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what hurt you so much
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my heart cannot imagine
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what hurt you so badly
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that you won't let me
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give you the love
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that you deserve and need
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i can't rape you
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and i have no soul
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i traded it away
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for a pack of smokes
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to that awful man
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you know the one
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he took your love away
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and sold it for a carton
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and now he has something
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that he cannot use
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and we are all bereft
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but still i love you
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it's too damn bad
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you won't let it mean anything
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it's too damn bad
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i'll never know why
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