Disbelief Poems

Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.
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Watch out for power,
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.
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Can justice be delayed under any circumstances?
Numerous cases can be sighted for instances
Can that not be amounted as justice denied?
Well, conscious should always bite if it is laid
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Again I am raging,
I am in such a state by your soul that every
bond you bind, I break, by your soul.
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Speak of Love and hearts afire soft unlayered mysteries
Bewitching captured enraptured, joyous or tortured souls
On the path one takes in every life since guiless Eve
seduced trusting Adam and lost innocence was replaced
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Looking through a window
where time had stopped
I see my mother calling
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Petulant priests, greedy
centurions, and one million
incensed gestures stand
between your love and me.
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Melancholy breakfast
blue overhead blue underneath

the silent egg thinks
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Dear, come,
Come to the poems,
Come and live with poems,
Live, and live in the kingdom of poems,
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One fine night, in the middle of the day,
two atheists knelt down to pray.
Hymn books opened upside-down,
in Top Hat n Tails, and their dressing gown.
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At the behest of witch doctors headhunters are on the prowl.
They're watching, waiting, stalking and avoiding detection,
in the hope of an ambush with a brutal ferocity.
Their bowie knives and gruesome machetes as sharp as
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I want to sing a song
Path is difficult and very long
How to praise you in words?
Guide and lead me O, lord
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Little thought itself disturbs the mind
Thoughts of leaving dear ones or something of that kind
Shakes whole body in disbelief and remain perturbed
What would be the fate? Condition so disturbed
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Birth is not from sin
Birth is from the best love;
from the faithful love of two biological soul;
From the gushing liquid I'm; as if an aquatic animal
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I heard some foot steps with knock
it was midnight as sounded the clock
I saw one imaginary fairy in white frock,
I stared at her motionless as hard rock,
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A lone cypress
In my grandfather's lawn
Standing tall and erect
Since I could sense life about me
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Where the ends of life meet
A boundary is broken
Overstepped and outreached
When another creed has spoken...
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Humanity lives by faith against the disbelief of many;
They say all they can and ask for deliverance by prayers;
Will the prayers reach to whom that has been sent ever...?
Like radio transmission, TV telecast prayer reaches to Him!
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What about tonight I said?
The big box in the window
My mum is short on money again
I feel that it's a sin though
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Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of
Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.
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Awash with the undertones of that which is such a mystery to one who continuously communicates, but does not stop to think is it me that wonders why they speak of nothing but confusion in a pool of disbelief or am I confusing that with hope again while feeling this unease of a realisation they may want to continue talking, but to whom, if not me, the me that wants to keep this farce going until, but wait, I thought there was silence and that confusion underpinned by a collision of thoughts, too many considerations of misappropriated unwantings, appeared to be given freely, but delivered by freelancers of mis-opportunity which coax the perceived innocence of the ignorant and coat the populous in that which is ubiquitous, a tainting and shift in the order of general thought screaming for paradigmic movements of an alternative to that, which is experienced daily, to that end, the habitual machine that is parato consumerism is eroding morality and must I continue to feel such unwavering support for this crushing belief of unfavourable misfortune of the ineligible mangled untruth bringers, spreading wafer thin subjective truths, yet delivered perfectly and accepted widely by half truthers running riot across airwaves painting the most brilliant portrait full of vibrant colours and picturesque unrealism, yet they continue to dress the canvas in chaos, while I ponder...is it me?
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I believe you,
Still a little sense of disbelief
Always disturbs my tranquil mind,
It's extremely regrettable for me,
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Tweety Gazed and Said.
'Seems like the Pussycat has some Ideas to inflict pain.
I Wonder by Troubling me what does he gain.'
Sylvester replied.
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Brexit was voted for back in June 2016

If this wasn't the case, I just wonder what would have been?
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Nobody believes,
Disbelief rules the atmosphere
With its ruthless stature,
The white bird screams in extreme agony,
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A Darkened youth drips tragedy for all.
'Oh! Prejudice', sobs our lost innocence,
In the shadows of modernity.
A frightened child,
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A bird lies deep in the depths of the rye
Among its tall grass, away from the eye,
Where the morn dew clinging to a leaf
Gazed down upon it, in disbelief.
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It's simple.
The magic in me, is in you.
How determined are you to change this lifetime?
Are you gonna be the one with magic, the magic, or the one in disbelief?
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And, here we are.
Again.
Again in anguish.
Despair and heartbreaking,
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Now I am in disbelief. A love we had is now erased.
You had me wrapped up in an insane asylum of love. I'm still trying to find my way out of. I just have a hard time moving onward. In denying that your love is gone for. I'm lying to myself and living in a fantasy world that has you as my future gal. I was going to be Dad, and you Mom. I was going to be Grandpa, and you Grandma. We aren't what we were supposed to be. I had a wish to be yours, a wish to be the man you see. Now I am in disbelief. No more love for you and me. Now I am in disbelief.

-Nick Antonie
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