The truth is here, for life is near, life is so close,  I have to stand on the tips of my toes, because what I see now, is a chance to break free.

Deranged and denied, all you can do is shut your eyes. you hide inside, you protect your soul. Down on your knees, my friend, you shouldn't grieve. Now you cry, you've ridden the wildest ride, you are safe, so open your eyes.
 

Emotion, grief, all just words, not important to me. As you read, you can not see, everything, unless you believe. If you knew what's happened to me, how people try and cut down my tree. But in that tree there was a bird, and now that bird is free.

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the world grows darker, I remember to draw on this world, with MY magic marker. Disease, decay, it's what happens to the world, while we play. Tests and oil, all of the good plans have been foiled. When it comes down to the end, and the politicians think they're so funny, in they're future graves, theres nothing but money.

 

  

​​POEMS.

BY: Russell Irvine