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“We’re Play Things For The Wicked”

"We're Play Things For The Wicked"

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We’re play things for the wicked,

In this hell we call earth,

From the moment we’re born,

With their certificates of birth.

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We’re collateral to a debt,

In a country we call home,

Ruled by the rich,

Where nothing is owned.

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Human livestock we are,

To the wicked, just peons,

In a world so corrupt,

It’s been this way for eons.

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From monarchs and dictators,

To corporations and banksters,

Plutocrats and oligarchs,

Their all a bunch of wankers.

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There’s something to be said,

In pretending to be civilized,

Our freedom and liberty,

Leaving much to be criticized.

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We’re deceived by their media,

And politicians puking lies,

Nothing’s as it seems,

As we begin to clear our eyes.

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And now the fog has cleared,

And the darkness falls away,

We’re just play things for the wicked,

It’s always been this way.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“My Precious Dove”

"My Precious Dove"

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I have wandered this earth,

Though not, but yet alone.

I have squandered this life,

For a Love, I’ve never known.

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I have lived so many days,

Known some, and loved.

And yet, for a lifetime,

I have prayed to God above,

To release you from hiding,

Ooh,.. .

My Precious Dove.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Where Nothing Makes Sense”

"Where Nothing Makes Sense"

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I so wanna know her,

This woman in my dreams,

Dreaming from afar,

Like an illusion it seems.

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I want to reach out and touch her,

Caress her and more,

Feel the warmth of her skin,

As we fall to the floor.

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I want to taste her lips,

Smell her scent,

Just fade away,

Where nothing makes sense.

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In the hush of silence,

Where dreams collide,

This love that’s bound,

In these dreams of mine.

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Like an illusion it seems,

A dream from afar,

A touch never felt,

Dreams lovers,.. . we are.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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* Inspired by.. .

            Someone very special.. .♥♫♪.  .    .

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“She’s,.. .”

She's,.. .

 

‘She’s my fourth of July,

My one and only,

My teammate, my pal,

Never I’m lonely.

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‘She’s funny you know,

The way she laughs,

The way she smiles,

Even her sass.

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Some say, she’s not pretty,

But to me, she is,

‘She’s beautiful, and loving,

Yet mean as piss.

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‘She’s my bestest best friend,

My favorite pass time,

My pain in my rear,

And yep!

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“She’s all mine”

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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*In Memory of:

My Best Friend & Wife

Cynthia [Oct. 20, 2012]

 


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“Broken Dreams”

Broken Dreams 1

A sliver of light,

From yonder room,

Comes from a window,

I must assume.

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Specks of dust,

On beams they slide,

Singing in glee,

Of days gone by.

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In shadows corner,

Are wandering souls,

Wooden tables,

And empty bowls.

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Once was night,

Consumed by day,

Vanishing dreams,

Just broken clay.

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Disdain memories,

Like mangled ropes,

Hanging on vines,

Of nowhere’s hopes.

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Endless sunshine,

Knocks the door,

Reflects the sadness,

And so much more.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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the “Parasites”

the "Parasites"

They came with their politics,

Their money, their greed,

Stealing from the poor,

On countries to feed.

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The world, their game board,

And we, the playing pieces,

Just sacrificial pawns,

For the few, the one.

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They hide behind bullshit,

Spread by their sycophants,

Flaunting their privilege,

This class of psychopaths.

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Society their blood vessel,

They latch on and suck,

“The ultimate parasite,”

The people just grunt.

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Taxes and credit,

Bailouts and more,

Kickbacks and bribes,

Economy through the floor.

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Never is enough,

An unsatisfied hunger,

Our democracy’s decayed,

The world to their plunder.

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Hear the war mongers?

They scream for the elite,

“Our parasites are hungry,”

From one and all, shall eat.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Watched The News Today”

"Watched The News Today"

I was watching the news today,

And what do I see?

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Politicians blowing sunshine,

And wars overseas;

Blood, and death,

Even killing of our bees;

Robbers and banksters,

On nations they scheme;

Corporations playing god,

Even tampering with our seeds.

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Skies are turning silver,

From things we can’t see;

The poisoning of our crops,

On which the people feed;

More government than people,

And they say that we’re free;

The only ones living,

Are the wealthy and elite.

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Cost of living getting higher,

And insurance we can’t eat;

Wages that stagnate,

Unable to afford needs;

More homeless than ever,

Numbers growing like weeds;

Our lives losing value,

Nowhere left to flee.

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Yes,.. .

I watched the news today,

but not on t.v.,

I opened my eyes,

And this I could see.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Passed”

Passed

It was nice out,

Till the wind came,

And sucked it all away.

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Daylight gone,

No warmth, no sun,

Is this the end of days?

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Humans,.. .

No longer proud,

Hiding in holes like strays.

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Darkness abounds

In distant screams,

Stars have all passed away.

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Humanity lost,

Like rabid dogs,

We’ve all become insane.

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So hungry now,

No plants to eat,

Animals have all decayed.

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A planet dead,

So lifeless now,

Has simply faded away.

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Like nothingness,

Never were here,

Just remnants of our day.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Remember when.. .”

"Remember when.. ."

“Remember when.. .”

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Remember when the skies were blue,

And children went out to play,

Before the sky changed it’s hue,

And the earth began to decay.

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When flowers bloomed,

In sunlight’s ray,

Before the gloom,

Of skies of gray,

Before the doom,

Of every day,

Remember when skies were blue?

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“I Wish, I do.. .”

I’m tip-toeing around,

Your room, I is,

Not making a sound,

Nor heard by whom.

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Creeping up close,

I make a wish,

I want you, I do,

Ah-h-h,.. .

To feel your bliss.

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Round and round,

Like a dancing clown,

How evil I be,

With these thoughts of this.

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I want you, I do,

Every moment the more,

Such beautiful thoughts,

Of you, I adore.

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Oh-h-h,.. .

If only it were,.. .

Just more than a wish.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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