Chaarzarul Rockett Poems

Into the shadowland of loneliness I will go
Calling the ground I walk upon my own.
For it is all that I shall ever possess
There is no one for me, I am forever alone.
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We are travellers in a land forgotten.
We are antiques of a temple golden.
Of a God, we are children begotten.
We are thieves in the Devil's bargain.
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There once was a man who built a machine.
It made plenty of food and kept everything clean.
The man was so happy he had nothing to do,
so he threw fancy parties with all the who's who.
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You build a fire
And then you put it out
You pray for silence
And then you scream and shout
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There are books
that I wish I had never read
There are memories I'll never forget
until the day that I am dead
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The rock can be as stubborn as it wishes
But the waters will not stop.

Where does the water go
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Here I am, in my room.
Oh what a clutter, oh what a clutter
I have a television and a stereo
And a garbage can, and a closet.
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Too many people
Are trying too hard
With the hand that you're dealt
That's your only cards
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