Christan Bowen Poems

all I want, is food for the poor
the people that the government
doesn't want anymore
they beg and they plead
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the watch was all that mattered
could be the heart that often shattered
she didn't care
as she sat and brushed her hair
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broken is the vase
the vase, which would hold
a flower so bold
and this bold and new vase so blue
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flesh and bone I have gored
so many places, i have moored
the ship I sail
flies the flag
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with anticipation do I watch these women
and I knew
from the beginning
that I was smitten
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the way of the blood flowed
like a river of gold
set sail on natures current and stream
love is as high as a sun beam
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fair thee well, my lady
for I find the deal a' shady
you collect and graze
yet your still a haze
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prepare said the devil today
before god I will get my way
and you to buckle
and taste my knuckle
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if love was a leaf, floating down a river
and cupid fired arrows, from his quiver
who would survive the plague
of love lost or love made?
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guardian of the flesh
winner of many contests
the deffest most surrounding sound
is when an angels heart will pound
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