Andrew Matthews Poems

Riding on a wave of purple haze and supersonic
Psychedelic sound of the summers of love
And peace.
That's where we will remember you.
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If there is no God
then how was the Universe created?

The paradox is perplexing though.
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Please open my head
And take out my brain.
I want to think
No longer the same.
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Put a man down
He'll give just as good back
And when he's stabbed
He never sees a blade
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It is true to say that
when we drown we die
but the correct phrase
is that when we die
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In the aftermath
The dyings cries echo
Throughout the rubble and debri
Shadows stained on walls
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We pine for our dead
We bury our dead
in the ground
Hardly a trace of our life
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Who can kill without remorse?
To knock mankind off it's course
To bring death and suffering among the masses
Indiscriminate of blood and classes.
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Dirty grey city
Pavements shine with puddles
Cold wind biting at your face
Joining in the bus stop race
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Breathe when you've just emerged
from a skin tight cavern on a pot holing expedition
and the air would feel so fresh and uninhibiting, invigorating.
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