anartao
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Searching for godA Poem by anartaoI went to seek out god above to offer up my heart When searching for divinity where does a mortal start ? So i hea.. |
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The wounded heartA Poem by anartaoIf the pain of love would have you turn your back and walk awayIf the fear of black within the white would have you live in greyIf the thorns below th.. |
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BloodA Poem by anartaoThrough arteries and ventriclesit flows through all the sameThrough that it makes us similar,yet its drawn in different's nameInstead of searching out.. |
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A view through different eyesA Poem by anartaoThis poem was written from a suicide bombers perpective. Most of their actions are part of a greater framework often overlooked in mainstream media, a.. |
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Idle handsA Poem by anartaoThe wheels they turn in well worn rutsCerebral backroads that we travelEroded deep from years of fearsthat if we veer we may unravelFor once the wheel.. |
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Heal the pastA Poem by anartaoA place of sun and beaches that is known around the world Yet a shadow lies across the land caused by a flag unfurled A history that is hidden f.. |
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Slipping down the rungsA Poem by anartaoA poem on how wars damage those that fight them. I wrote this after reading that the same amount of vietnam veterans have killed themselves as died in.. |
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RefugeeA Poem by anartaoPeople debate the refugee issue as if those involved were only objects. I wrote this to show the human face that lies behind |
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Pushing just the sameA Poem by anartaoA poem about the insidious nature of advertising and our consumer culture |
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Terrors birthA Poem by anartaoOsama was just a bullet fired from a gun in Uncle Sam’s hand, Ameri-stani birth agai.. |
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