Author: Anthony Salandy
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Darker Light
In darker nights where all is silentSit lights far off in the distanceWhich flicker and grow ever brighterBut just as distant still- For in these darkened monthsAre even darker lightsWhich dot the scarcely un-clouded sky, But out in the snowy fieldsAnd from the thatched farm houseThe lights still sit quietly in the distance, Not humming…
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Impossible Peace
On far away stormy shoresSit people consumed by the simplicityOf their existence- Where beyond the need to surviveAnd love one another-There is little more than a core humanity, For in these people’s livesIs the cornerstone of the nirvanaSo endlessly depicted to us- Through the onslaught of mediaAnd through word of mouth-So lacking in sincerity For…
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Destruction poem
In the inner city winding streetsIntersect from way to wayThrough the complex metropolisesThat are our most human of creations- For even in the most destitute of placesOne can find cities that eclipseAll that surrounds themAs if cities are an emergent property- Of our most innate humanityLike the need for food and shelterCities provide not only…
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Politics
Along the worn coastlineOne can see the melting mountainsIn the distance of urbanity- For in these timesAll one can see is the squabblesOf men and women to govern- Beyond their supposed consciousnessWhich ultimately leaves the worldJust that bit more worse than when- Their careers started,For in chambers of democracySit men and women who despite effort-…
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Youth
In those nights of darknessAll that can be felt is the rhythmic pulseOf the music that permeatesThe darkened hall and all those in it- For in this packed hallDo people lose themselves to the soundsOf the computerized nightWhere the scent of alcohol wafts up- Into the homogenous scentOf cigarettes and sensual muskWhich overcome all those…
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So Long Ago
When green fields grow barren And life grows all too much I sit fixated on the sound Of the steel birds That grace the sky above. When flowers bloom And then grow dry Under the fiery sun That makes water run dry And lands grow barren Do I see the happiness I had once in the pastSo long ago And now escapes my reachLike salt…