Beck's Poetry
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I'm not a he
Nor am I a she
So please just leave me be
I'm happy to just be me
Mine is a world without labels
I'm turning the tables
Let's shout it from the gables
Some may call me crazy
To live in a world so hazy
Maybe I'm just lazy
And want to be lacks a daisy
Deep In The Night
Deep in the night
She gives up the fight
And allows Herself to take flight
Wondering if others would marvel at the sight
Raw power flows
As Her spirit grows
The other side She shows
The one She hides from those she knows.
She is strong
Certain that She can't go wrong
Even though the hours are long
Her heart bursts into song
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I give up the fight
In the morning light
Don't like the sight
As I take another slight
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They make me blue
Saying things untrue
They don't have a clue
But that's nothing new
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For fifteen years
I've hidden my tears
Drowning in my fears
Watching as my time nears
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Never getting a fresh start
Constantly playing the part
Life is no art
Obtainable at the mart
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In the end
They never bend
No matter how much love you send
Life is something you lend
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I pretend I'm fine
Though I don't want mine
Can't face the next line
On who will they dine
Ode To Facial Hair
Some say the hair gives them a scare
Others stop and stare
That's not why it's there
But they don't care
About the stories I can share
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I choose to be humble
As those around me grumble
Voices rising to a rumble
Ignorance needs to take a tumble
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Changing the course of hate
Means accepting my fate
Few do that of late
The Wall
Look at the wall
Standing oh so tall
What will it take for it to fall?
She'll put up a fight
With all her might
You won't like the sight
She knows you'll take flight
No one ever makes the stand
Or reaches out a hand
Life can't be so grand
When you live in barren waste land
She'll always be the one that's there
To be the one that cares
And the one that hears
Even when she faces her fears
And her eyes are filled with tears
Ode To The Traffic Warden
Nobody likes you
Or the work you do
They don't care that it's for their safety, too
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Keeping those bays free for use
Comes with much abuse
They say it's just a ruse
Never seeing the truth
They see the little bag
Their spirits flag
And hearts sag
Here they come to nag
A life you can save
Because of the bag you gave
They don't treat parking so grave
Caring only for the minutes they can shave.
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Late in the night
Is the big fight
Everyone wants to be the sight
All hoping that you might
Talk to them til it's light
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Illness has taken its hold
Though their hearts are gold
They are in the mold
Can't be told
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They walk the haze
Lost in the maze
Could take days
To find their ways
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The poles will reverse
As they traverse
They will curse
Forgetting things could be worse
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Deep in the low
Updates are slow
As they find their glow
You want to know
The Crown
Setting the crown down
Was an easy thing to do
Turning away
She feels happy and gay
Her stride is light
Knowing that she did right
This is not her fight
She is destined for flight
That's not her plight
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Out in the cold
People reach for a hand to hold
They are worth more than gold