A A Isaactamson Poems

Sound's hunting light
Light's hunting darkness
Darkness's hunting vacuum
Buth this life's
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My president is a professional military
He prefers coups to elections
He signs decrees into law
And treat laws as the decrees he signed
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My president is a professional military
He prefers coups to elections
He signs decrees into law
And treat laws as the decrees he signed
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I have a garden,
Beautiful like eden.

It's roses are red
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when I looked into your eyes
I saw the obituary of my mind

When I saw your smiles
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My axe desiring growth
walked into the thick forest
Cut down tall trees
To the height of its handle
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The wind blows
And my soul sway
With the air that slay
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Take it easy! Take it easy!
O loyal compatriot
Look and see what the filthy wind is doing
Polluting your air and infecting your breeze
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At about twelve O Clock
I mean twelve midnight
I was awaken by my missing you!
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You said you're poor
But I can swear you're rich
Stop sitting on the floor
Get up and dive into lifes' pitch
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