Robert Plese Poems

Praise de lord - - -
Hear I aaaaaaaaaaaam,

Praise de lord - - -
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Rebel with a cause,

Rebel without a voice
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Sour puss,
Sour puss,
Suck on that lime.
Steal every dream
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When the drought in life fades into a dry arid desert.

Oh drought, give to me a thirst for production and not despair. A belief that some Phoenix might rise from the ashes of my uneasy mind and sublimate these energies for the good of those who will not accept that beast rattling his chains.
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living creature

Inside me.
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Time is a valuable thing to chase.
As valuable as the vacuum of outer-space.
Sucking wind, in a formula-1 race,
Full speed ahead.
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I walk with no greater truth
then 2 B that
which
I
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Align with the meanness in a person,
Align with the strongness in a person,
Align with the considerateness in a person.
Align.
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Hypocritical gods! ?
As bearers of His likeness,
Why do we so often seek to prove out
the negatives in each other?
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My mind
and soul,
give rise.
To sights
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