Poems I've written

These are a collage of past and present poems, enjoy, don't steal.
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Moonlight


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 in the Snow


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 wrist
   to signify my love

It circled round and round
    because it had no end.


I wore a pipe around my neck
    to signify commitment

It hung close to my chest
    because you were close to my heart


I wore a patriotic shirt
    to signify my pride

It clung close to my skin
    because you were near to me


I slept beside an ugly doll
    to signify my dedication

It was clutched much too tight
    because a hug I could not give


I held my head high
    to hide my discontent

It bore the weight of a world
    because I missed you so


I cast all these aside
     to signify regret

It took my heart as well
    because you did forget


I learned I judge to quickly
    to signify my growth

It cut too deep my soul
    because 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.