Brian Cee Poet Poetry for Life
Lost within the sound
of the lost and the brave
lost within the future
which we all seem to crave
Lost on a planet
that has no future
Lost in a place
that makes you think yes
Lost is the sounds
of the screams of the world
Lost are we all
we don’t know where we are
Lost make you think
why the world will now sink
Lost are we all
Lost lost lost
The tears the hurt
the grief that is
when lost we are
without the love we had
The emptiness felt
now you haven’t got
love in your heart
the space is vast
Don’t give up
you will find more love
your heart pain will ease
as you feel loves tease
Can’t wait till the end of the world
people screaming and flags unfurled
Can’t wait till the end of all life
no more killing with guns or knives
Can’t wait till the sun goes dim
All life on earth again may begin
Can’t wait for humanity to cry
they have destroyed the planet that is why
Now I will watch the world spin to it’s end
Goodbye I may see you again…
The end is nigh
the stormy sky
the winds they blow
on the grounds below
The people cry
as the long black sky
brings the weather
To all of us as we all ask why
do all have to worry
we got plenty of money
as the thunder roars
and the rain it pours
Don’t shake they say
as the ground is washed away
and the trees they fall
and people hide in halls
Is this all the end
the weather the trend
the world in darkness
do we need Jack Harkness
You await the gift
as you make a wish
just what you want
a fire engine or fish
The sleigh passes by
santa steps out
he comes down the chimney
of your bungalo or house
Or maybe santa has a magic key
because some flats don’t have a chimney you see
so children christmas eve are early to bed
So the reindeer bells don’t rear their heads
So when santa and his helpers
come by the fire
Eat the mince pies
Then leave gifts by the tree
Christmas morning
will be a special time
for everybody
to love and to see
War and unrest
prime ministers a pest
Egypt then the world
Syria in war hurled
European mess
the Euro in distress
The Germans button press
But make a little progress
The markets are unsure
as Europe closes doors
the libyans applaud
no Gaddafi anymore
This is current life
if you have a husband or wife
But what more for your children
will it come back to haunt them
Cannot hack the pace of life
the struggles of admitting
the pains and the strife
You stand alone and cannot admit
that you know much more
but this is it
You stand on the hilltop
and start to scream
there must me more than this mere dream.
But is it to late to change
what you see
do you have to think befor your carefree
The end the title
The life recycle
Motor cycle the ride in the end.
Ghosts and ghouls
roam in houses and schools
Dracula and vampires
the witches and Devil fires
No angels here as the dead
walk the earth
As Halloween is up on us
we will all be scared
The scary laugh
as teeth chatter
being a alive
does not matter
As the ghoulish voices
will be heard
And everybody will die
or be scared
While we watch
the soldiers fight
the bullets fly
for peoples rites
The tanks roll on
the rockets roar
but the nation
cannot take anymore
our men came back to
woolton basset
the streets where lined
with all the relatives
But as the wars
around the world
we have to think of
of the hurt and killed
So lets not forget
about the wars
passed present
and our soldiers their
they fight for freedom
and for grace
so we can be a happy
human race
As I stand upon the hill
we have taken yet another kill
but why do people have to die
with bombs that explode as we walk by
Just when you think of no more war
we get involved more and more
then we send our troops
to the front line with no valid reason why
I do not mind with being a soldier
as I have my friends to keep me safe
but what if I can’t do the same
My friends my die and I’ll be ashamed
As I realize as my friends die
One by one they pass my eyes
I cry a tear for those who have passed
But I must be ready to fight again fast
I feel a bullet in my chest
Oh my god it’s time to rest
I must remember all my friends
and soldiers who have died in the end
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