Nick Hilton Poems

Are we but grains of sand,
Upon the beach of life,
With the ever moving,
Menace of destiny,
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Grounded on an,
Inexplainable,
Beyond which,
There is nothing,
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Crests of waves,
Rolling forth,
On their mighty,
Pedestals,
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Yet again,
Yet again,
The news at ten,
Shows what happened,
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She is my one and only hen,
All day long she's in her pen,
Pecking away at the seed,
Listening to love poetry that i read.
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Strung like puppets,
To the voice,
Of angry evil,
Wrong to be right,
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People arn't singing anymore,
And time goes by,
Without width or depth,
Height or shape,
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I see your face,
Bu the bustle of live,
Holds me back,
From knowing you,
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The hour may be late,
But the heat of te day,
Remains with me,
And the life of the day,
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It is possible,
That impossible,
Is possible,
If the impossible,
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