Steve Santerre

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Banners and stripes, blues, reds and whites
States and counties, cities and sites
A nation in peril, a downhill slope
Debt and terror, war and peace
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The voice on the radio speaks with alarm
Of some war we started, neighbours going mad…

“Praise to the soldiers who fight for your freedom
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Moonlight from the distance
Reborn just for an instance
In the moment, I feel
Like a god, surreal,
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Abstract thoughts shuffled until order is lost
Like a pile of cards or two square dice
In the manor of the mind, doors shut tight
Tables, chairs, and beds, a house of cards
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As the myriad of dragons fly from inferno,
Colours of joy turn grim, mirroring the night sky,
A sky filled not with planets and stars, oh no,
But that which opposes the light,
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Freeing the self from pain, the test I say
The darkness we swim through, sunken in sorrow.
Life to which we yearn to upkeep, just one more day we say.
The struggle so great, the heavy waves, the twists, the turns
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As astute a man that can ponder such an idea,
Fierce and crazed by the prospect it holds
Not merely for wealth or fame but for much more you hear,
Driven and enlightened by this realization, now, more than ever
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Veered from my path, all direction lost
The forest of trees, the unending tranquility of this place
Birds fluttering from their nests, leaves dancing in the wind
The lightness of the sky, soft and weak, grey, calmness
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Eternity lasts forever at the cusp of infinity
To reach beyond the limit, but before the end
From the depths of imagination, to the apex of the universe
And then, when the forces of nature no longer apply,
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Lovely and divine, the angel’s body in the sunlight
Green dress, dotted white, as the clouds, a most beautiful sight
Once I look up, I see, graceful she is, full of life
The tender gaze changes me, for love, not strife
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Heaven’s dance, soul and light
Harmony be us, with all your might
Lift us up, lead us to
The garden of eternal fruit
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To earth, to man, voyage to and fro
Mars, the moon, dare not say no
The universe is grand, how we must expand!
Survival ensured, we spread, here and there
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Blood, the sweat of battle, by sword struck
Fallen, oh death why so sudden
If to shield one’s life is to guard it,
Why then can’t I see!
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Candour! I speak with an honest voice
Not of doubt or of lies I wish to tell
But of a kind of truth I know so dear
It beckons me; it pushes me, and now I seek,
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Your majesty, he shows no mercy in strength, a great abundance in will
Power and planning, execution, he has a job to fulfill
From the foothills near the stream
To the highest of all, supreme
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The hymn of solemn repose
The state of quietude, of unspoken wisdom
By the seasoned tree, a view of the openness,
Away from distraction and intrusion, a distant land
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Steve Santerre Biography

Student of Life and Citizen of the World. What is truth? What is freedom? What is the meaning and purpose of life? Such questions cannot be answered simply or with ease, but rather, are to explored through reflection and abstract thinking. Time and space, fate and free will, life and death, love and war, all of which I try to understand a little better when writing, and sometimes, I can get a little lost when talking about these things, but there are points in life in which we have to go through hell in order to reach the light.)

The Best Poem Of Steve Santerre

The American Lie

Banners and stripes, blues, reds and whites
States and counties, cities and sites
A nation in peril, a downhill slope
Debt and terror, war and peace
Fight enemy, never cease!

An illusion of freedom clouds them tight
Lost in lies, they do not know
Of the evils and the suffering, it’s all a show
The nickel, the dime, the dollar, it’s all mine they say!
Men and women playing the game, cheating, what a shame!

Greed, legalized and encouraged
The American Dream, the despotic regime
Give me healthcare, don’t tap my phones
Where’s my money, eh Dow Jones?
End the war, stop the fight
The Iraqis did nothing, aren’t I right?
The oil you dig for, the oil you die for
From the war in the gulf to the local gulf coast
You always make a mess in great excess

Bombing villages, civilians dead
Pointing fingers, why not apologize instead?
The CIA, assassins and spies, “protectors of freedom”,
Soldiers and killers, the same applies,

The cries, the horror, families torn
Not only one, but many, it’s a norm
Disparity breeds crime, and the system’s prime
To ensure its survival is a necessity
For controlling the masses, making them fear
To destroy, to corrupt, and to interfere.

The news, they feed, they stuff your brains
With useless facts, entertainment, the chains
They dumb you down, twist you around
The truth disappears, how profound!
But now you must face the music
Knowing all this, will you listen to Big Brothers tune
Or will you rise up to the bully and pop his balloon?
POP!

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