adam-zalt - Hello Poetry

In the night time I want to walk in your landscape. A new dawn comes to shed a new life. Seconds tangle my mind. I'm encumbered with resistance from what I like. Turned on by what I may never have.

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Dec 13, 2010

Dec 13, 2010 at 3:11 PM UTC

The Switch

In the night time I want to walk in your landscape. A new dawn comes to shed a new life. Seconds tangle my mind. I'm encumbered with resistance from what I like. Turned on by what I may never have.

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Citizen Kane Who could sustain The horrid disdain Not living up to All the hype An ego undone Behind the public curtain Eyes, lies, and truths betold. I want my 119 minutes back Welles.

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Dec 13, 2010

Dec 13, 2010 at 3:09 PM UTC

Kane

Citizen Kane Who could sustain The horrid disdain Not living up to All the hype An ego undone Behind the public curtain Eyes, lies, and truths betold. I want my 119 minutes back Welles.

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Deadened I was terminated, today. It foreshadowed a phone message of my father's demise. Penniless on a reservation, I am deadened. What are aspirations? I am lulled by my rich heritage to live imprisoned in this space. Like a broken and discarded snow globe, I feel irrelevant in this place. The familiar has become the mundane. Without enough cash to collect my Father's remains, an estranged childhood friend pays for our one way tickets of escape to a place more barren. Father, I wonder why you fled to such a desolate land. What were you seeking? What was your plan? Flashbacks of childhood dreams unfulfilled flood my mind. Longing for our ancestors' way of life, realizing but not admitting it will never be ours. Not belonging to the outside world, we return in my father's beat up truck, unchanged. I promise to acknowledge my friend, but we both know we will remain estranged. Life on a reservation renders you reverently passive, and without aim.

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Jul 25, 2010

Jul 25, 2010 at 9:48 AM UTC

This be Arizona

Deadened I was terminated, today. It foreshadowed a phone message of my father's demise. Penniless on a reservation, I am deadened. What are aspirations? I am lulled by my rich heritage to live imprisoned in this space. Like a broken and discarded snow globe, I feel irrelevant in this place. The familiar has become the mundane. Without enough cash to collect my Father's remains, an estranged childhood friend pays for our one way tickets of escape to a place more barren. Father, I wonder why you fled to such a desolate land. What were you seeking? What was your plan? Flashbacks of childhood dreams unfulfilled flood my mind. Longing for our ancestors' way of life, realizing but not admitting it will never be ours. Not belonging to the outside world, we return in my father's beat up truck, unchanged. I promise to acknowledge my friend, but we both know we will remain estranged. Life on a reservation renders you reverently passive, and without aim.

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Something phenomenal calls! Its voice is like a gushing waterfall. Endless continuums of percussions resound The rhythm infiltrates my consciousness and my veins. It becomes synchronized with my heart and brain. I writhed like a woman in childbirth. Struggling, I sought to cast out this rhythm and the source of this call. I wanted to sit. I wanted to crawl. I wanted to smash this thing against the wall. Enduring until the sound dissipates. Drenched and exhasuted, I wait. Eternity is ike an endless mile. Mortality is a second in a day. A new dawn beckons. As the rhytm crescendos, I surrend to its beat. I am a newborn on the stage of life. Is this my scene to make as I wish? I am a fish out of water drowning from air. Yet an Oscar awaits the moment I participate. The choices I make reflect on the past. Who have I cast, but myself? Constantly, I am prepared to tangle with each day. Reaching out for help, I am pulled from the fray. Like a rose that forgot to bloom, I am struck with the onset of gloom. Counting the years, I have left, can I make the deadline? Fate screams, "Get in line!" It is my turn to shine. I have resolved that I just need to be me, Be courageous, be open, be free. Allow life's paths to converge. The blinding light of life has turned green. I am revved and ready, To make my grandest scene!

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Jul 25, 2010

Jul 25, 2010 at 9:40 AM UTC

Vita

Something phenomenal calls! Its voice is like a gushing waterfall. Endless continuums of percussions resound The rhythm infiltrates my consciousness and my veins. It becomes synchronized with my heart and brain. I writhed like a woman in childbirth. Struggling, I sought to cast out this rhythm and the source of this call. I wanted to sit. I wanted to crawl. I wanted to smash this thing against the wall. Enduring until the sound dissipates. Drenched and exhasuted, I wait. Eternity is ike an endless mile. Mortality is a second in a day. A new dawn beckons. As the rhytm crescendos, I surrend to its beat. I am a newborn on the stage of life. Is this my scene to make as I wish? I am a fish out of water drowning from air. Yet an Oscar awaits the moment I participate. The choices I make reflect on the past. Who have I cast, but myself? Constantly, I am prepared to tangle with each day. Reaching out for help, I am pulled from the fray. Like a rose that forgot to bloom, I am struck with the onset of gloom. Counting the years, I have left, can I make the deadline? Fate screams, "Get in line!" It is my turn to shine. I have resolved that I just need to be me, Be courageous, be open, be free. Allow life's paths to converge. The blinding light of life has turned green. I am revved and ready, To make my grandest scene!

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Kabloom, bang, boom! Here comes the gloom, Zoom, tomb, doom. Someone untangle this lifesize loom.

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Jul 25, 2010

Jul 25, 2010 at 9:31 AM UTC

Chex

Kabloom, bang, boom! Here comes the gloom, Zoom, tomb, doom. Someone untangle this lifesize loom.

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Splat, splat, splat Something hits the bathroom mat. It smells like the neighbors cat, It resembles a city rat. A cloud of filth comes from the mound, this wet sock is laundry bound.

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Jul 25, 2010

Jul 25, 2010 at 9:28 AM UTC

Odor

Splat, splat, splat Something hits the bathroom mat. It smells like the neighbors cat, It resembles a city rat. A cloud of filth comes from the mound, this wet sock is laundry bound.

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Gears keep churning. Midnight oil is burning. For months on end, My mind keeps wondering. How I want to fend away thoughts of when, You came around. A switch inside of me turned. Behold! A soul was found. My feet hovered above the Earth, The searchlight you shone illuminated my heart. Like a plant drawn to sunrays, I unfolded before you. I waited. But my lifesaver never came. A Romanesque silhouette can be seen now because of you. I falter.

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May 18, 2010

May 18, 2010 at 9:19 PM UTC

Falter

Gears keep churning. Midnight oil is burning. For months on end, My mind keeps wondering. How I want to fend away thoughts of when, You came around. A switch inside of me turned. Behold! A soul was found. My feet hovered above the Earth, The searchlight you shone illuminated my heart. Like a plant drawn to sunrays, I unfolded before you. I waited. But my lifesaver never came. A Romanesque silhouette can be seen now because of you. I falter.

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In the pursuit, we find a thin line. Is it the beginning or the finish line? Beyond the horizon, Over mountainous terrain, With muscles distended and mouth agape, You trudge on. A sun scorched grimace drenches your face. To accomplish your goals, you cannot wait. Limits entomb you. Will you succumb to life’s cramps? Doubling over just before the winner’s stand? Fear saturates your mind. It renders you blind. A glimmer shines forever on what you never found. Until someone you least expect shows that one can be kind. Fortifying your feet, Nourishing your soul, Restoring your sight, You discover your life is sound. Onward you trudge!

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May 18, 2010

May 18, 2010 at 9:17 PM UTC

Fringe

In the pursuit, we find a thin line. Is it the beginning or the finish line? Beyond the horizon, Over mountainous terrain, With muscles distended and mouth agape, You trudge on. A sun scorched grimace drenches your face. To accomplish your goals, you cannot wait. Limits entomb you. Will you succumb to life’s cramps? Doubling over just before the winner’s stand? Fear saturates your mind. It renders you blind. A glimmer shines forever on what you never found. Until someone you least expect shows that one can be kind. Fortifying your feet, Nourishing your soul, Restoring your sight, You discover your life is sound. Onward you trudge!

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Life is a classroom; full of seekers. Some are mediocre. Some are over achievers. Most strive to learn and attain wisdom. You discipline yourself to do your best. This is your creed. Nearing your apex, plight comes when you least expect. Money flaunts its effects. Isolating you from what you need. With writhing maneuverings decidedly, you choose. Your resolve is formidable! Hoping not to become so besieged, You lose sight of what you dream of. For dreams may or may not be realized.

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May 18, 2010

May 18, 2010 at 9:12 PM UTC

Dream Block

Life is a classroom; full of seekers. Some are mediocre. Some are over achievers. Most strive to learn and attain wisdom. You discipline yourself to do your best. This is your creed. Nearing your apex, plight comes when you least expect. Money flaunts its effects. Isolating you from what you need. With writhing maneuverings decidedly, you choose. Your resolve is formidable! Hoping not to become so besieged, You lose sight of what you dream of. For dreams may or may not be realized.

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