Cascadence - Hello Poetry

Paint me with Broad brush Where fine lines Would define And find What is not found. I am not Clean-edged, Clear-cut. I am vague And ghostly; Who can know me like this? Can even God Know the shape of mist?

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Sep 4, 2017

Sep 4, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC

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Paint me with Broad brush Where fine lines Would define And find What is not found. I am not Clean-edged, Clear-cut. I am vague And ghostly; Who can know me like this? Can even God Know the shape of mist?

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Die, ambition; earth awaits You'll lie there soon and there you'll stay And apathy: your twin, I say, Beside you I myself will lay His cruel and contorted face So bent from years of shunning grace So trapped in his immobile state Afraid to move for fear of waste Such irony that now his fate Is lying still within his grave

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Mar 3, 2015

Mar 3, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC

Twins

Die, ambition; earth awaits You'll lie there soon and there you'll stay And apathy: your twin, I say, Beside you I myself will lay His cruel and contorted face So bent from years of shunning grace So trapped in his immobile state Afraid to move for fear of waste Such irony that now his fate Is lying still within his grave

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Restless thoughts Patterned movements Centered mind Cast to wind Think in colors, Motions, rhythms Sparks Aging wood Food for wondering Warm veins wander In and under Burst in colors Torn asunder Heart Light and heat Gathered where Dark and cold Held the keys Breathe in colors Let our words be Sparse

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC

Sparks

Restless thoughts Patterned movements Centered mind Cast to wind Think in colors, Motions, rhythms Sparks Aging wood Food for wondering Warm veins wander In and under Burst in colors Torn asunder Heart Light and heat Gathered where Dark and cold Held the keys Breathe in colors Let our words be Sparse

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I’m wasted on Mistrusted remedies misplaced among a messy world Amidst the misappropriated masterpieces Lost within our land We were made for mighty minds Need to metamorphosize Find time Stop the blind fantasizing Come to die Otherwise, We future butterflies Are consequently caterpillars Falling from the trees Can’t fly yet Although we deny it We are earthbound Unfound but by the resounding sound of the hounds of time And they will find us as we hide beneath our fear Of death Or we could face it Face them, face death This breath could be the last of the old way The old order At the border and the shore Of life we know Lets set sail And stop pretending I know it’s coming There’s a mending A trusted remedy I beg you please Don’t expect it from me But if there’s a spirit in your flesh Take the road and let it groan For your home Then listen See there’s a meaning to the madness It distracts us From the atlas In our souls Neatly folded Put on hold The search for gold Till we have time Maybe till we’re older Baby maybe till we’re bolder Stay awake and let’s be soldiers Storm the gates although they smolder Though they’re heavier than boulders Time to take back What was stolen Before time

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Feb 17, 2015

Feb 17, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC

Remedy

I’m wasted on Mistrusted remedies misplaced among a messy world Amidst the misappropriated masterpieces Lost within our land We were made for mighty minds Need to metamorphosize Find time Stop the blind fantasizing Come to die Otherwise, We future butterflies Are consequently caterpillars Falling from the trees Can’t fly yet Although we deny it We are earthbound Unfound but by the resounding sound of the hounds of time And they will find us as we hide beneath our fear Of death Or we could face it Face them, face death This breath could be the last of the old way The old order At the border and the shore Of life we know Lets set sail And stop pretending I know it’s coming There’s a mending A trusted remedy I beg you please Don’t expect it from me But if there’s a spirit in your flesh Take the road and let it groan For your home Then listen See there’s a meaning to the madness It distracts us From the atlas In our souls Neatly folded Put on hold The search for gold Till we have time Maybe till we’re older Baby maybe till we’re bolder Stay awake and let’s be soldiers Storm the gates although they smolder Though they’re heavier than boulders Time to take back What was stolen Before time

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If a life’s a tree And these branches bring Nothing but leaves Bear with me Till spring

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC

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If a life’s a tree And these branches bring Nothing but leaves Bear with me Till spring

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Pardon me for looking past You please You were a delight To see A beautiful sight To these Wandering eyes Your green ones caught mine Months went by You, all the while Were the isle this Anxious mind Rested in And forgive my mistaking you For a harbor Sailing away Even farther And maybe for breaking Your heart But from the start I didn't trust my own Suddenly The decision is easy Not one made in a war As lovers before But a knock On my door A response To a little thought How could I not, When I hear you, then, Dearest friend, Let you in?

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC

Green Eyes

Pardon me for looking past You please You were a delight To see A beautiful sight To these Wandering eyes Your green ones caught mine Months went by You, all the while Were the isle this Anxious mind Rested in And forgive my mistaking you For a harbor Sailing away Even farther And maybe for breaking Your heart But from the start I didn't trust my own Suddenly The decision is easy Not one made in a war As lovers before But a knock On my door A response To a little thought How could I not, When I hear you, then, Dearest friend, Let you in?

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