some of my poems...

[MORTARDUDE]

I wrote this in 1984 for my first visit it to the Wall and left the original copy there...have posted it here before...

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silent stone

the souls cry from the silent stone
names row on row
an obsidian slash that will never speak of crimson mortality
the lonely three, look to see, if they have joined their brothers in stone or move to the next ambush
tourists gaze, and silent-spoke for the missing and the dead ---- mourning sacrifice for some unknown freedom's sake
vets leave the darkness from their souls here
relief from enduring agony
the Cong have no stone as this
valiant as any troopers in millenia
fought three armies and won no freedom,
a hollow victory at best
is there always war for man ?
where will the next slash go ?
only God knows.....
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These are some other ramblers...have no idea what they mean..
was in an altered state of consciousness when written... so to speak...please don't laugh too much .. LOL

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large pieces of the puzzle
are not open to the public
but hidden behind the glass
with the crown jewels as place holders
to entertain the public is all we know
but then again if we all take a step back
look past the forest in the way
we can see why we destroy trees
its all about the puzzle

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never believe in the word
trust
such an ugly conversation piece
trust
while those who are duped
trust
live an age old lie
trust
that cannot end
trust

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when all the problems
are fixed
with life moving forward
and time progressing
you cannot help
but find sometime to look past
just enough to make your life worse

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crushing grape cans underneath
monster rush resumes
that they read for fun
just to wipe their asses on
while tiger lillys make a shadow
on grass lawns
no cuts
no one trims
the hedges are a mess
hire someone for something
only home be can

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given one last chance to make the world right for all that chose to live longer then
the gods have let them strong willed without an ounce of fat on their bodies and where an idea of exercise is someone waiting for all of us
to denounce the fact that wholesome ideals of the early 20th century were meer shadows
of our former selves that no one bothered to tell that we are nothing
as individuals and even more of nothing when we are one so throw out your shoes and walk barefoot
on the lawn
because you will get what you deserve either way you believe or think but hold your tongue when you are to speak the words that no-one wants to hear.

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time rattles cages that are
waiting for the next meal
regret the written elements
made due for what must
when all
that is what
all can be returned cannot
due forth the storage of
old oily rags sitting in the sun
waiting on the spark
and bring the whole thing asunder
while the rain falls
nothing soothes a savage beast
like fudge

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target locked
in sight of line
of fire when ready
on your mark
this little piggy went
in rome do
drops
whatever

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lucky runs through me
live liquid in my veins
answers never are as clear
as liquid from a bottle
life is not as hard
as liquid on the brain
bothered by luck, answers, life
too bad there is no combined liquid for that

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tides wash the rollling tundra free of heat
forgotten days ring like bees buzzing
around an open flame from farm lands that
never bear plants can only be given
water for thirst
seeds for hair
shit for dinner
we all got to subside to survive

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save me a piece of pie so sweet
so that i cannot eat something as rich
as what i cannot have
and entertain the masses
with mime like interpretation
that all live is evil
and all evil is necessary

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born to rot
internal life begotten
forgiven for sins
like pants made of cotton

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the haste of quickness
returns lowkey
a power so useless
that never will regain

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marching down the road
all ducks in a row
without a leader they are cooked

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without a hunter they are hungry
without numbers they are few
without will they are dead

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back back back
only thing we know is the past
when all we live is in the future
and again we can count the sands of time
as they flow freely
doing what they do best
keeping pace
keeping rhyme
keeping on keeping
what a silly bunch of bitches

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gross examination
provides the individual with an exact
attempt at what is not truly there
just perceived in some manner
forgiven romances still move on
while cupid above takes aim
not for true love
just target practice


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a circle
repeating
starting where it ended
all points lead a straight line
back to its other side
where three are one and the same
a plane of interest if you must
points become farther apart
only to meet back again
in a perfect circle

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cold chills that fill
a pattern of inkblots
on warm skin that is
within all that forever
can keep secret
without annoucing
disgust for ones who
are cared for not
on ones own skill
but ones own wallet

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