Mary Champion

Whichever way we look the world's on fire
civilization is coming off the rails.
We see, the cruel triumph of the liar,
when might is right and only greed prevails.
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I feel sorry for heroes.

Heroes have a hard time.
We ask so much of them
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Now time passes by with blood on its hands,
Foreshadowing death with each broken spell.
The shifting grains of its treacherous sands
cut short the stories our souls try to tell-
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Roaring, raging, rattling windows,
timbers shudder as the wind blows.
Howling like a wounded demon,
whipping waves into a passion,
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1.
The least lovable
is the one who most needs us
to offer him love
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I met her when she was too young
but still she stole my heart.
Fell for the woman she'd become
then we were torn apart.
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Cold!
Ice and icebergs,
ice sheets, ice floes.
Frosty mornings,
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St Valentine, your hit man, Cupid,
called and shot me with his arrow,
fired it through my common sense
and now I'm mad with love, demented.
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Through a life time we build our empire.
All the memories
all the knowledge
all the Wisdom we have gained.
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There are plebs in the pub
discussing the latest in Corrie.
So earnest!
So engaged!
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There's a fox on the bus.
It just strolled on -
nonchalant.
Took a seat at the front.
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I will wait for you
till the world is new -
a place that's fit for perfect love.
I will be with you
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Life is a fluctuating stream of energy-
uncreated.
Beyond that it is indefinable.
Life cannot be captured in words.
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In the world of wounded souls
we wear our armour,
our spiky armour,
to hide the cracks.
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Rose is the girl I have wanted
since the day that her eyes first met mine.
I knew I would love her forever,
but I waited for such a long time.
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Like looking through a window pane
that's dashed by hail or driving rain,
like trying to see through punch paper tape.
The world is all staccato blurs
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WINTER MEMORIES ON A SUMMER'S DAY


That was the last time, - the last time I'll kiss you
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I think that I know how you feel.
I have been there.
It's a bleak, dark, terrible place
and I've been there.
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You can't theorise - you must feel it.
It's a bitter fruit but you must peel it.
You can't take a short cut to reach it,
for only the long run will teach it.
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Not so long ago
I was young - like you.
And I never thought I'd grow old.
But I did.
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