Fred Chamberlain Poems

Running out of time
the days fall short
day's feel less than the 24 that they are made up of
when the cuts don't heal as fast as they used to
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When the blade touches the skin
it's mouth waters, as it moves fast and swiftly
as a red water fall flows from your arm
the blade has a taste of blood
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When you keep the walls up
no one can see you
never be angry or hateful
because it leads to disaster
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i go down this path
it cuts into two halves
one side there is flowers and trees
and the other just dead leaves
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black desk
green walls
cherry stained floor
blue light
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Nice is the midnight
under neath the moonlight
when the time is right
you just know
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Knifes, guns, war
what ever happened to
peace, love, kindness
is the way it should be
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You And Me Will Be Together Soon,
Under The Sun Or The Moon,
Under The Stars,
I Will Meet You At All Of The Bars,
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This Place is Nor Heaven Nor Hell,
It's Nor Here Nor There,
The Place Where The Bell Perches,
But, What I Wont To Know Is Why The Bell Sits The Way It Sits,
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Is your house your home or is your home your house
a home is love, caring, sharing, and sweet
home is a place where you can have your own beat
there is no hate, no pain, and no lying
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