Bob Axell Poems

Fire harms grass
Water harms fire
So many disfunctions
In the figures we admire
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Life
Crumbles
Down to
Dust
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Deep down in the sewers
He hides in the shade
The land of the free
The home of the fraid
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Whatever you think I am
I'm still me!

Sure you can combine
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Happy days!
Days of fun
Days of shine
Days of sun
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Wherever the sun is
All the time it turns
Spits fire and burns
Twitches and itches it yearns
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Good morning!
I wake up from the dead
I wake without warning
With fire in my head
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See the bright sea?
Shining bright so peacefuly?
Flowing fast and going free?
Glowing green and folding themes?
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Don't go any further
Don't dig any deeper
I am here to stop you
I am - the keeper
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It's clear to me now
Clearer than ever before
To survive here in life
You have to deny all you adore
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