Jack Ashenden Poems

Responsibility, a heavy load
ways me down, and makes me feel the pressure
action, words - politics all a code
and people's actions, all I must measure
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Guilt, a passion of the prideful soul
Does act as a shield to the grim reality
Spiritually, we are all unwhole
Victims of materialism, mere earthly fatalities.
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a beautiful obsession wracks my soul
and purity blinds me, makes me a fool
to know love extracts a terrible toll
as your body becomes a misused tool
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Depressing my writing has become
In absence of the perfect one.
With heavy heart, a mistress now to seek
I mentally prepare for another painful week.
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Chaotic thoughts whirl around in my head
perhaps you love me, you probably don't
confused feelings leave me wanting my bed
but I can't, I mustn't ask you, I wont
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The Magnificent manner of man's thought
hardens our hearts to the way we are taught.
The pure white fires of heaven's creation
doused by a torrent of man's indignation.
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What would I be without my tongue? ,
for all I do doth depend on it.
Could I survive? learn while I am young
to be successful, not fall in the pit.
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My heart had withered away, pierced right through -
but you came along and pierced my mind too.
The cruellest ache of love has been reborn -
I feel guilt - my conscience is newly torn.
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Classes of thirty, classes of forty -
distressed teachers moaning in true despair.
While the headmaster plans a grand sortie
children scream - throwing their books in the air.
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Tremendous joy, a newly found feeling,
fills my young heart to a painful level.
Excitement grows, depression sent reeling,
the mind that had no hope still in revel.
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