Two Poems by John Wolf
Cyborg Bill
There once was a man born with Ricketts,
He stood in the shadows and kept to the thickets.
He walked with a gimp,
One arm was limp,
He looked at the world through a red eye.
Some said he was cursed to roam,
A man without a home,
But Cyborg Bill,
Went over the hill,
To find the man that told him the lie.
Some parts were smooth, others would clank,
He tried to cross a lake, but sank,
His mind was keen,
But his will mean,
He was neither man nor machine.
He found the one that was his maker,
He had become an undertaker,
So late one night,
With all his might,
Bill drove a spike to complete his scheme.
Revenge redeemed whether man or machine,
When wrong doing ruins one's dream,
Like hate in the night,
It was a terrible fright,
When Bill joined the mad-machine team.
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Tyranny of Words
There is the spoken word,
There is the unspoken truth,
Truth found in words is the way we think.
Passion is void, if empty of thought,
Compassion, mastery of words,
Words of passion, thoughts of truth,
When lost for words,
Reality loses its grip,
We languish in idol pondering.
Learn the words that form truth,
Know the meaning of life,
Avoid words of tyranny.
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John
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