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He Who Speaks
A Poem by
Making Tracks
He talks to me Points the way The valley he shows me Is peaceful and inspirational In a world full of heartache Like a star he shines And unlo..
Change
A Poem by
Making Tracks
One of a kind Time to make it Time to become free But it’s not me Black and white And it’s no way for me To the right So what no..
Purple Night
A Poem by
Making Tracks
Lost Somebody find me Free me From within these walls So blank So devoid of colour The window Dirty Bars the way Doors so huge It makes me s..
Five
A Poem by
Making Tracks
Time is bliss While I spend it With you My head filled With green posies For you My world laid Bare and open To see Feeling The warm..
Busy, Busy
A Poem by
Making Tracks
Washing and ironing What a to do Cleaning and drying And still not through The kids to dress and get out I could sit down and cry And I’m..
She
A Poem by
Making Tracks
She’s the one you go home to at night She’s the one who turns off the light Is she the one who holds you tight She’s the one wh..
Tears Of Blood
A Poem by
Making Tracks
I am Mistress Satanica Stealer of souls I live in darkness And inhale the chaos around me I am commander of the light And you should be aware D..
The Cell
A Poem by
Making Tracks
In this room I leave myself and float in the darkness Don’t ask me how I got here But I find it very comforting The darkness softens my thou..
Three Wings
A Poem by
Making Tracks
Why do your eyes do that, wanting The freedom of light and darkness of night A friends strength and a wonderful sight How come your light is just i..
Prisoner
A Poem by
Making Tracks
Punished again Staring at four walls This is my prison Sat on a bed This is my punishment A crime I did not commit Was judged over me Now I'm stuck he..
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