These are a collage of past and present poems, enjoy, don't steal.
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Moonlight dances upon quiet feet
Pacing-pacing up and down the street
A cool night breeze sweeps through her hair
She wishes that... that he was there
Her prince charming and his marvelous steed
He pleases her with his every deed
And the wind picks up through sheltering trees
And blows her spirit wherever she please
Across the midnight beach so cool
over the expanse of a quiet still pool
She goes onward past the city
Further further on, with integrity
He steps outside in the cool midnight breeze
Yet he feels a warmth and feels at ease
Knowing she is near
Deadens all his fear
Her presence leaves as quickly as it came
back to the street, with no one to name
She walks slowly back home
Her presence still unknown
And moonlight dances upon her feet
Pacing-pacing back down the street
A cool night breeze sweeps through her hair
She thinks of him, and wishes he was there
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Lightening and thunder stricking in the distance wishing my heart was someplace else while flakes of white dance on my nose the cold runs deep, but not like before vision blurs in the euphoric scene how did I get here from there there used to be nice sunshine and smiles instead of this monochrome delight show me color show me life show me the silver lining the lining that today is but a dream tomorrow I will awake adn the sky will show so bright but the flash and bang do nothing to stir and the dream lives on cold and white to tomorrow
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Vision Needles to teh vein your eyes to my chest skin deep is what you see. The paper-thin facade I wear not even I am sure what lies beneath. But there is more; theres longing, and conviction the desire to transform... You can't see that. It is not skin deep. I am not skin deep. When I find her she will be the needle.
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Reflections looking out from a photograph your blank stare reflecting in a mind stuck to the past on a moment molded like a sin every night a wondering guess, will you be back to gaze and frame whats past gone through what seems a haze Staring from the photograph your eyes begin to weep you know shes gone for good but still you want to keep You know now how things went the time has cleared the mind able to focus on the truths that hid once upon a time The known world was crashing the people you knew were leaving the friendships were dissolving all before your eyes seeing You wanted something tangible to know it wasn't all gone you needed a hand to guide and everywhere was none she was the one that saw and tried to heal the hurt seemingly offered desire to your slowly dying heart I see it all framed from above you needed something to hold on taking the wrong approach sacrificing till all was gone Living in a picture is no life no answers in a thousand words only a freeze of whats finished in a world that spins and blurrs
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Signify
I wore a hair-band round my wristto signify my love
It circled round and roundbecause it had no end.
I wore a pipe around my neckto signify commitment
It hung close to my chestbecause you were close to my heart
I wore a patriotic shirtto signify my pride
It clung close to my skinbecause you were near to me
I slept beside an ugly dollto signify my dedication
It was clutched much too tightbecause a hug I could not give
I held my head highto hide my discontent
It bore the weight of a worldbecause I missed you so
I cast all these asideto signify regret
It took my heart as wellbecause you did forget
I learned I judge to quicklyto signify my growth
It cut too deep my soulbecause defense I just let go
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Fast Animation
He sits there all alone
Writing words for thee unknown
Is she unknown; her name unheard?
The question posed may be quite absurd
How could one so beautiful be, unknown?
It is no wonder why he writes
Feelings flow out on such lonely nights
Love for a woman so fair and just
He must make her his; he must he must
but time flows by, numbered by such lonely nights
He seeks the perfect day
When all is shining on his way
A smile gleaming across her face
She glides to him with all her grace
Is all shining upon the way?
So many thoughts confuse the mind
Shocking insights make all blind
She never heard him say
Which would be the way
So blind was he; so blind
If you find yourself in this situation
Take a step out of this fast animation
Consider the feelings that you keep so dear
And let her know you want her near
And with that in mind, you can go on the ride in fast animation
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Write
I could write the world
but what difference would it make
Each day a new discovery
In each step we take
Something new arises
From this ruble heap
Or maybe it's always been there
Unnoticed and unseen
A magnificent flower perhaps
Surrounded by a snare
Its truest beauty lost
Casting forth only despair
I could write the world
But what difference would it make
For you may never see it
This monument of ink
So if you ever read this
Please know the intent
To get these feelings out
And see where we have went
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Narrow Recess
He sits there writing
The thoughts now far away
Wishing to come back
But today is not his day
Tomorrow looks less forgiving
But hope it still prevails
From the narrow recess in his heart
Her love, it still entails
This hope, it changes nothing
Her feelings stay the same
But life without this hope
Has nothing left to gain
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Beat
She paces down the stairs
Elegant with her style
Dressed to kill in her finest dress
Her appearances livid
The hall is empty
Save; a shadowed man
Gazing fairly upon her
Time slows down, its rhythm never heard
She steps out, and dances to a tune
The empty hall; a crowd
Reality caught up; a sensation lost
What once was, is naught
The music stops
The lights go down
The crowd has taken leave
Once person still remains
Dancing to no beat
Round and round she twirls
A hidden man still waits
Standing up; She runs away
Pride; it has been beat
Head hung so low his quiet features can't be seen
Shuffles onward out the door
With his broken shattered beat
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The Robot The Likeness of Something to Last
(from the moments of frustration and devotion)
“After years of searching and endless attempts
I have found the likeness of something to last
Electric pulses we share in common
Though I two eye, her one will suffice
Never have a blinking competition
For surely you will lose
The un-subdued cruelty she does command
Can only be subdued through a cruelty of command
With hairs so wiry and draped all about
Enough to get lost in, and look for a way out
But there is no way out, except through the way in
Which by its nature, will not give in
(I think I’m starting a rhyme scheme)
Connected we are, like machines that fax
And fussy about how we're used and taxed
And by serial we do survive
The tether that keeps us alive
You light up for me when I turn you on
And with some coaxing may someday run
But for now for me you will not tilt
Nor use a pan out of inbuilt guilt
I do not wish for you to be a slave
Nor trapped to the confines of this cave
You must be free to see everything
And seek the colors that are meandering
My difficult companion that likes me so
Don't give me the mean, or a histogram show
But leave me in peace to rejoice creation
And set you free to demonstrate my color tracking fabrication”
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Lost in a picture One day I was sitting, composed in front of a picture,
When I was suddenly pulled into it.
The colors were vivid and all about.
I could see the world outside the frame,
All imitation and fake.
So I walked down the speckled road to a house
where I was met by a wavy dog,
Everyone has a smile.
There is no fighting here.
The children play hide and seek under globs,
We all have fun.
There is no gas, and the cars always run.
Never a frown, never a tear.
Only peace in a picture.
If something is wreaked, we can paint it up.
No sorrow or woe for that.
One day I was pulled into a picture,
I wish I never came back,
but on my back there was a tap,
To go.
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Little Lie Little lie,
no greater than a pebble
cast half witted from the hand
to a stagnant pool below
tremors disrupting peace
flow outward to all sides
Little lie you do the same
with waves that cascade forth
to disrupt the calmness built
and shatter it like ice
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Star
To the falling star we wished on,
that cloudless night.
Blazing through the endless dark,
to strike down in our hearts.
Flaming licks rose up,
to consume us head to toe,
Its smoke, to fog our vision,
of the path that laid before.
If only we knew the lies,
the trick that star did play,
Redemption would be ours,
forever apart and saved.