Andrew Matthews Poems

Gone forever are the days of the neanderthal
And quiet Earth overrun by Large animal.
Gone are the Dodo and the forests that are destroyed daily
And the icebergs that are melting.
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Broken bottles in my head
Hunting for words i've already said
Hiding my eyes from the sun
My eyelids feel like lead.
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They tell us where we come from
and where we want to be.
They're our concience, our pride,
They're sweet bitter memories designed to guide.
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Dark Prisms are what I see
when I look beyond my mind.
How can I feel there's any hope
When broken dreams are all I find.
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I tried to speak to my Father, this is all he heard.
Blah blah happy blah.

I tried to speak to my best friend, all he heard was
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His hand tightens as it relaxes,
and his power is fed by suffering and taxes.
The terror of his grip,
is squeezing the life out of 'His' people.
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The Weather’s Closing In.

Once there were sunny days
Happy days, we all loved life without a care,
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It's been a wonderful Christmas
Presents and trifle and cheeses
and booze and turkey and cheers
Shaking hands and kissing cheeks
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As we stood there in the windswept cemetery,
As we all stood there.
Finally, like an anvil, it hit me.
I, we, would never see our beloved
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My room smells of cigars
like a lottery winners study
it smells of money burning.
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