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Posted: 08/06/2015 in WHOCANTOPIT Book of Poetry

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Crazy bout the weekend
Crazy week indeed

Understanding hard pressed thoughts
Sowing long planted seeds
Raking leaves not yet so old
As to have moved far from the tree

crazy people stay here
Crazy people leave

I was walking only yesterday
Though it seems much more than a heartache away
I had not yet swallowed
All my pride nor given up on today

Crazy people stay here
Crazy people leave

Stay here cause you wanna
Stay here cause you bleed
Sunlight’s not the piranha
Your desires just a need

Crazy people stay here
Crazy people leave

Umbical and imbicile
Not a motto or a creed
Unjugulated and rehabilitated
Delighted in the planting of seeds

Crazy people stay here
Crazy people leave

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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He always told me
He never showed me
How I was supposed to be
He always led me
He always fed me
How was I supposed to see
He was using me

Stop, turn around, take your turn at breaking away
Ain’t no reason for him to stay
It’s getting pretty crowded anyway
He took his best shot and made his best play
Now its time for him to be on his way
He’s got to move today

Yeah he always loved me
But he put others above me
And I was too blind to see
He always pleased me
It all was just to tease me
Now its time that I break free

It’s my turn to break away
Ain’t no reason for me to stay
It’s too crowded anyway
Took my best shot and made my best play
Now its time for me to be on my way
I’m moving on today

Hey is anyone going my way?

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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A reason to react, no balance just a counter attack.
Seeing is believing, while wait for those a leaving.
Some said it’s just the way it is.
For thought or all the naught.
The big blue marble always makes the call.
Half baked, no one to shake.
The things we see should tell it all.
Things at an end, no one to pretend.
That all we’ve done doesn’t count.
For much duality meets brutality.
One or the other may give us the touch.
True love Elise’s most of the time.
If you can find it, give a strong hug from me.
Always on the take, if sometimes on the make.
Bring if strong we are still the free.

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© Angela Kay Abercrombie Poetry
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SHAPE UP

Posted: 04/04/2015 in WHOCANTOPIT Book of Poetry

It’s time for shaping up or shipping out, we’re way out on a limb.
Now it’s aiming high not laying low, the past looks much too dim.

The avalanche has made its fall and the escalators all have stopped.
With the coup de ta, made the coup de grat and all the corks are popped.

Way down under it’s all the same, as the days way upon top.
And the fleeting sounds of a setting sun, has ushered out the cops.

It’s time for holding on, to holding out, one more time at least.
Lets keep it up, this keeping out, if the ritual of the beast.

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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HEART-LIES

Posted: 04/04/2015 in WHOCANTOPIT Book of Poetry
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Anyone can try but you claim you’re the saviour.
Anyone can speak the truth if it’s in your favor.

You always claim more than your willing to show us.
We’ve swallowed up your pride, now you control us.

Heart-Lies
And the meaning to all of us.
Dreams-Die
And were not sure who to call.
Ideas-Fly
But were not sure what to see.
Heart-Lies
Have taken what’s left of me.

Everyone is free, isn’t that what they tell us.
Show them what you got and let the rest be jealous.

Take it all in stride and let the free ones be exalted.
Show us how you are and let the poor ones be faulted.

No two people are the same but everyone tries to change you.
They tell you how to be then they start to rearrange you.

In my last futile breath, I’ll do my best.
Trying to stop here but you know it’s no use.
Cause they’ve played on all my fears.

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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