Open your eyes

Open your eyes
I’ll give you my reasons
The names Gretl Feeson
And today i’ll be speaking
About war and combat
Take Syria to start
They’re gassing civilians
Tearing families apart
Then what of Iraq
Isis attacks
These problems and acts
Make world powers react
Retract! Retract!
These statements aren’t facts
Another loser piece of trash
I see no problem with that

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©gretlfeesonpoetry

Maybe

Maybe this is hell
Maybe this is heaven
Maybe it’s a glimpse inside
The souls we’ve all been given
Maybe it’s forbidden
Knowledge while we’re living
Maybe it’s a game we play
Maybe someone’s kidding

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©gretlfeesonpoetry

Pest

Are we alone to face up to lives test
A pest like the rest
All competing for best
I detest all this mess
So I make up the rest
The cheek to suggest
We stand up and protest

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©gretlfeesonpoetry

 

Under our skin

Lifes obscene
It always has been
For better or worse
Here we’re still standin’
There are many many others
Always flirting with sin
I’m really only here for the thrill of the win
So when you all come in
Place your tongues in the bin
I’m not even kiddin’ here’s a knife to begin
I’ll even get a phone ‘n’ get an ambulance ready
I always feel so nervous when I sound this unsteady
Already one grins
Blood drips from their chin
It’s obvious such problems
Haunt us under our skin

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©gretlfeesonpoetry

Sneer

Sneer
As they leer
At your chest
and your rear
We forget all my manners
As we drown in this beer!

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©gretlfeesonpoetry

Ashamed

How long do I walk
These hills getting steeper
My mind getting clearer
Delve deeper and deeper
My soul and my heart
You’ve picked them apart
Can’t find all the pieces
Ashamed

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©gretlfeesonpoetry

Hungry

And what about the city dwellers
The swelling on natures skin
Or what about the body bruises
When humanity forced itself upon you
News plants seed
Need breeds deed
Fresh to feed the storyteller

Are you hungry
Friend
Foe
I’ll tell you everything I know

And afterwards…

Alone
I wandered
Gawking
Beating heart
Felt it swell
Such eclectic seasons
Tall tale make believes
Of both rain and sun
A crude wind
Beating down
Talking
Laughing
Taunting

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©gretlfeesonpoetry