Words from my Past

I don't normally share old poetry, merely write new..... But these two seemed to touch my mind tonight, remembered from the days I wrote them. Decided to put them here, to reflect those thoughts.

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Fight

When You Fight for everything
Sometimes it is hard to remember
What you fight for
But when you Lose everything
It All comes crashing Home
Quitters Are Nothing But Fools
But If You are clawing
At an endless brick wall
Your fingers are bloodied
Scraped to the Bone
Is it really quitting
To stop yourself from an endless task?
A chore that has no finish
A race while tied up
You can never win
It keeps piling up
So why not say fuck it?
If you can't beat them
Then join them
When you fight for everything
What are you really fighting for?
When you lose everything
It hurts.....
But You know...
As unbearable as it might be
You know you put yourself there
And it only hurts more
Words on a screen
My mind in reality
What am I fighting for?
My life and everything in it
But I lose so much
And it tears me apart
Who is to say
Why I fight for it anymore?
Because My fingers are bloody
Torn to the bone
I am tired of fighting
So now I watch the loss pile up
Friend, Family and Love
Gone because I am tired
Tired of life
Tired of fighting to have it
I Fight to have what I do not deserve
No....
I Cringe In fear of what I lose
I suffer the pain because I will not fight
I do not care
Except to hurt

Original by

Christopher Alexander MacLeod, 2002

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The Cliff

I stand there on the cliff face
staring out over the sea
I watch the sun reflect the surface
and I wonder is that me
Am I just a reflection of former glory
Or do I have a higher call
am I just something to admire
or shall I live where I fall
I stand there on the cliff face
and I think I know of life
Yet even as I stand there
I'm surrounded by pain and strife
I consider the thoughts of my heart
of my life and soul and past
and in my few years living
I realize I've lived too fast
With love and hope and flattery
I've done nothing but live a lie
like a cruel man with battery
I do nothing but destroy
I can't understand where I come from
or where I'm going too
All I know is that where I am right now
is not where I want to be, what i want to do
But I stand here on the cliff face
and slowly I lean forward
My reflection is on the surface
and I wonder which one's real
The connection, embrace like lovers
and the holding passion true
I break my body on the rock face
as my soul tears away from my body
and my heart breaks from sanity
My shattered body now the reflection
echoing the sun's own vanity

Original by

Christopher Alexander MacLeod, 2006

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Sleep well, my readers.

The Zodiak