Colin French's Poetry


Colin French was born in 1979 in London, England. His love of poetry comes from listening to music from an early age when he would focus on the lyrics more than the music. That led to discovering The Doors & Jim Morrison, and then people like Blake, Poe, Ginsberg, Kerouc, Whitman & Milton to name a few. From then on, he was hooked to poetry. Please e-m@il any comments or suggestions to him at iggy.jedi@talk21.com.


Unknown

If we saw
The truth in all it's forms
Could we comprehend
A life from dusk til dawn

Would we still strive
To reach the heights we crave
If we were no longer
Quizzical or naive

Maybe it's sense
To leave the stone unturned
Just to feel the warmth
Than have your fingers burned

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Happiness

We seek him here, we seek him there
He's neither tough nor neither fair
He travels alone yet has many foes
He cannot be found neither high nor low

In chasing him we find many fears arrive
In many forms, shape and size
But at all costs we shall take the risk
To find the one we call happiness

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Sonnet 2

Great minds alike think in time
Great thoughts are stamped in gold
Great words can trick the mime
Great souls can never be sold
Great men will be immortalized
Great women will be blessed
Great speakers will be hung then tried
Great thinkers will be put to the test
Great rulers will rule always
Great lands will be ruled for time
Great workers will always have a trade
Great believers will be given a sign
     Greatness in each stale mind is blind
     To the creatures of our human kind

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Happy On The Outside

Happy on the outside
Cracked within
A pride to hide
Along with sins

Happy on the outside
Maybe not in
No matter what I try
Can't seem to win

Happy on the outside
Hide all the years
That have been given
To drying weak tears

Happy on the outside
Bolted and numb
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run

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How It Is

It's one for the money and two for the time
Watch your back, cause they'll bleed you dry
Chalk it up as expenses and taxes
Your paying for their cars and solar powered crashes

The time is right, the time is here
To open your mouths, end a career
Believe in your right to talk and to teach
It's not a crime it's called free speach

No purchase necessary, no wrongs, no rights
It won't effect your statatory rights
Seeing is believing but in case your blind
Don't believe a word, all lies are times

To match the economy state of your finance
'We wanna help' comes the cry from the silence
Like Robin Hood from the door of #10
Taking from the poor to give to his merry men

The best things in life are free
But it feels as if they are being taken from me
The letter says we live in 'Democracy'
It should read ruled by 'Hypocrisy'

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The Fury Of My Times

I wished my all
My mind til blank
I foretold the fall
And the dream to which it sank

I warned all ears
To save their steps
To confront their fears
And march behind their threats

But my words were sent
To the air that climbs
To the sky's i vent
The fury of my times

The fury of my land
That expelled the myth
Open speakers will be damned
If they wish their wish

To you, so still
With words so fine
I plead you kneel
To the fury of my times

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Opposites Attract

I Need to feel accepted
To feel complete
I need to see the drum
To believe the beat
I wish i felt less hostile
Towards myself
And i still believe
Love's more than wealth

Sometime i look deep
Into my soul and mind
And i don't like
The things that i find
That's not to say i'm bad
Just detached
Maybe a bit insecure
Well opposites attract

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The Search

It's fun for a while
But all thoughts lose meaning
In the swamp of notions
Where words become nothing

An interest, a zest, a quest
For all that lies screaming
As the voices appear
And return to the void never speaking

We all search for the calling
That will un-stagnate our minds
Re-emphasise our plot
And send our pulses soaring

So to the hidden reaches
We seek our self destruction
As a way to answer opinions
And untangle our problems

But so much of the time
The prize lays waiting
Before your eyes, gleaming
In the light of your optimism

And is there to behold
Display and to treasure
Unique as a voice, body
Or the soul that inhabits

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To My Beautiful Muse

Rub my eyes until my mind screams sore
As i watch you move, my dear i'm in awe
In awe, in love, in dream, insane
Until the stars fall heavy with the passing rain
And pastel explosions that repeat ever more
If ever there was a rich man, to me he's poor
For i am rich in a sultry, slinky treasure
That causes pain and wonderful pleasure

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Where's Bruce Willis When We Need Him?

Listen loud and listen fast
The world cries out with a screaming gasp
No more sun, no more moon
Just the ever blossoming gloom
That radiates time and mentions guilt
That drops face down on the world we built
So sofisticated, so perfect, so beautifully wrong
To me it's amazing we lasted so long
After killing the cells that form the whole
It's only right the sun demands it's toll
For failures past, present and in design
Where's Bruce to save the world this time?

When the stars fall from the sky
And hungry rivers end life dry
And the animals it loved despair
At why their life can be so unfair
When we demolish each species name
On the back of a man made food chain
Take the trees for our own written word
Killing beauty to publish the absurd
Level the lands to graze more death
Slicing the buns before they breath thier last breath
As the fuse nears the end of the line
Where's Bruce to save the world this time?

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My Time Is Done

I sensed your guilt, did you sense mine
Maybe now we should take the time
To realise the truths within
Are not always pretty, you can't always win
I never wanted money, i never wanted fame
I wished for luck, all i got was pain
A dark example of the cards of life
If i fail once, i'll fail twice

That's not to say my time is lost
I've had the bill, i've paid the cost
I've got a mind, body and soul
I've never felt myself lose control
Here today, gone to the dogs
I've seen the plan and i feel robbed
Still looking for reasons, how, when and why?
You're born, fuck up, then you die!

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