Their squalid death to purify,

on Olives Mount a bridge to God.

Then cedar wood and herbs burnt dry

to raise a Kingdom not forgot.

And in that ritualistic spell

the Kohen taints his cleansing soul,

that he is now unbound for hell

unless the cycle onward roll.

For future joy why all this death

where toil and dark abound?

Why not the warmth of living brea...

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An avaricious devil is mankind;

He goes and grabs all things that he can find.

Perhaps he’s not aware that it’s unkind;

Faced with the danger, he says ‘never mind’.

Mankind intends to decimate this place,

To slash and burn and eat up every space,

With acquisition as some kind of race

To mop up Earth’s resources with no trace.

The monster has now caught us in his t...

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They say that the truth is a hard thing to take,

but maybe it’s time that we see

that we as a people are nothing but fake,

ensuring that’s how it will be.

We stand up demanding there’s tolerance,

doing so with our fists in the air.

It’s truly the oddest dance ever been danced,

hypocrisy beyond compare.

We claim we want peace but we seek the next fight

as we...

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What in the world are we doing?

Who are we trying to beat?

It seems like we live our lives running,

as if we are losing our seats.

We never stop building up towers.

We never stop spinning around.

We never stop piling up into piles

everything that we’ve torn down.

Is it that we are pursuing

happiness, like the old phrase?

Or are we chasing the concept of such

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Forsaking Auld Lang Syne

The city centre puddles

reflect fireworks in the sky

whilst stripped

Christmas wrapping paper

soaks up the deluge

like a homeless sleeping bag.

Dustbins overflow with leftovers

oiled with greasy greed.

A bottle of wine splatters against

the multi-storey car park wall,

vomited from the throat

of opulence at midnight.

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As the sun peeps out

over misty morning hills

and the dawn chorus calls

with its piercing shrill,

the demons of the night

skulk slowly away,

a sidelong glance

at the few who got away.

He rises and stretches

and with sleepy eyes,

breathes a sigh of relief

and a laughing surprise.

The nightmare lingers

in his foggy mind

until a final shiver

leaves th...

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