Patrons of the Anthem

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What the fuck do I know?

I’m only a kid who tries to believe

That I can cry and grieve if they die.

I see these – men – women – not kids

Who meet an end to what it is

And fall. Alone. Forgotten.

I think who the fuck am I

To cry at their life.

To think I know them

To think that I care.

What makes them real?

Who am I to think I can feel

All that they may fight and win

Or fight and lose.

Nobody – but tears fall all the same.

I write words I cannot say
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I think of you with him
dancing up there, holding him
kissing him -
and all of it so meaningless,
it feels like a black canyon
is being carved right through me
leaving me nothing,
nothing for you.

We are the Youthful Anthem

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We are the youthful anthem

Dying for a ‘sinful’ faction

That fights for our only right -

To get high or die.

Victory doesn’t come through choice

But action gives us the voice

To fuck the system and make our own.

Better than before.

We are the youthful anthem

That burns the house

And smokes the blunt

To make our righteous stand.

Because we can.

Because we can.

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(Do you remember…)
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Do you remember? Can you still feel the soft spring rain as it tickled our faces, or the mild grass as it danced at our feet? Do you still know the place where the droplets hit our skin, warm, from the sun still shining overhead?

Oh to write of the beauty in your smile at the grace of the light as it united itself as one with the rain just before kissing the ground. I can still remember the sweet taste as stray drops fell in my mouth and the strong warm smell of earth quietly tinted the air with Love.

But all that can be said is that Beauty was there, in you and in my heart, as we stood there in the light, smiling - content - with the life that surrounded us.

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(We stood there together...)
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We stood there together, lost in our simple world of water and lights. “Beauty…” he said, and that was all that was spoken. I understood what he understood, and that’s all that was needed.

We just stood there, watching the lights of the party bouncing off the still calm waters of the wide Mississippi, for what felt like a timeless eternity. One of those moments you feel like you are exactly what it is you need to be a man, a child, a friend and an enemy, all at the same time. You put everything into focus in the sight of those shimmering lights. But the river carried us downstream. Further downstream.

Home

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Finally a place to sit down and rest,

And enjoy the warm air with its mid-summer mist

Laced with daisy, lilac, and sunflower scents.

Oh the calm of a rain on the wide open range.

Yes - This is where I call home.

Treblinka

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I strip here now, where poison drips

And I see torment in the eyes of friends.

A pain caused by a silent fire

That drains the colour from my lips.

Before it’s done, I pray to cleanse

And be forgiven of my hate and ire

To Chastity

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I had hit the town with Chastity - my friend,

Not thinking the night would come to an end.

I winked, you smiled, we laughed and we kissed.

The sky was bright pink, and nothing was missed.

Yet time went on as the night turned to gray

And on the drive to your house, I had turned to say

“The night is still young...” – Did you know what I meant?

But the choice would soon come. To resist or repent?

You opened the door with a smile and a wink

That left nothing to doubt and nothing to think.

No one was home. You had the lights down low,

As you quickened your breath and leaned in to kiss

With flirtatious lips so plain, soft, and slow.

Then it came. With your voice warm and light

You said in my ear in the black of the night,

“Take me where you will – we’ve been left all alone”

And my decision came, without thought or debate

To fuck you slow, and later atone.

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His mouth was open - the life trickling out

The blood-soaked curb would leave nothing to doubt.

Two to the chest and one to the head

Yes, No one would doubt that this bastard was dead.

Though the night was long, made dark by hate

And the air felt thick with pity and fate.

The red of the blood and the black of the rain

Danced silently together in my painting of pain.

And I knew I should think it again.

He was dead.

Nothing But Pain

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We found ourselves caught in the complexity of sin,

The patron of temptations we felt back then.

The heat of passion, the cool of remorse,

The deceptive façade of the power of choice

But I fear now for life, for soul and for mind

I fear the Justice that I may soon find

But fear is only fear, this idea too abstract.

Not real, not solid, not really intact

So why does it hurt? Why do I care?

If fear is abstract, and our love without flare,

Why does my heart feel this culpable shame?

My carnal delusion brought with it only pain.

Nothing but pain.