matthew-albert-perryWhisper

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Solemn HourSolemn hour / Yonder year, / Take the latter second,
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May 8, 2011
Inside a Poet's MindI sit inside a poets mind, / And mess with the machine, / Their stories pour and print on paper,
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Apr 23, 2011
Cold, like ButterAs the windows roll down, / The wind blows in, / The cold crawls up my arm,
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Apr 14, 2011
On the Edge, and back againIt’s like standing on the edge of a cliff - / and looking down / a downward spiral into a whirlpool,
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Mar 26, 2011
EscapeI walk around with my label-gun / and stab you with your permanent mark. / You belong here, with them.
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Mar 22, 2011
We LaughIt’s funny, how we laugh. / A crippled man with a cane, / We laugh.
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Mar 20, 2011
The world spins with meHere I am, I stand / for one thing / I stand tall and proud
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Mar 19, 2011
In DreamsIn dreams, I create infinity. / I walk down Escher’s infinite stairs / and trip – as a board breaks.
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Mar 8, 2011
High statusA mark of mastery, a degree of high status, / Atop a tall throne, spectre in hand. / Waving and yelling like the fools in grey.
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Feb 23, 2011
Open wordsI stood there with open words, / A blank mind and colorful slate. / Free of prejudice, the glass seems clear.
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Feb 23, 2011
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