michael-t-brice - Hello Poetry

turning turning turning slowly turning like a corkscrew spiraling ever deeper into madness perched high above the room watching the butterflies flit from bloom to bloom If I close me eyes will darkness come If I slip from this conscious state will peace enrapture me

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Aug 16, 2013

Aug 16, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC

Afternoon nap

turning turning turning slowly turning like a corkscrew spiraling ever deeper into madness perched high above the room watching the butterflies flit from bloom to bloom If I close me eyes will darkness come If I slip from this conscious state will peace enrapture me

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beard absorbs tears pondering the years feeling all alone far from home friends come friends go lovers turn to foe faces pass without a glance strangers one and all I retreat find solace asphalt and brick traded for trees and grass far from home clouds gone sky filled with twinkling stars no sounds of rushing cars flames dance embers fly somewhere into the night sky

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Mar 7, 2013

Mar 7, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC

solace

beard absorbs tears pondering the years feeling all alone far from home friends come friends go lovers turn to foe faces pass without a glance strangers one and all I retreat find solace asphalt and brick traded for trees and grass far from home clouds gone sky filled with twinkling stars no sounds of rushing cars flames dance embers fly somewhere into the night sky

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today, the winds blow cold tomorrow the sun may shine warm on my face exposing yet another line just a small part of growing old growing old, but, hasn't that been the objective

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC

Another Line

today, the winds blow cold tomorrow the sun may shine warm on my face exposing yet another line just a small part of growing old growing old, but, hasn't that been the objective

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My Beloved My best friend I will love you till the end When my flesh is gone rotted from my bones My love, the veil it will transcend I will love you till the end

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Oct 5, 2012

Oct 5, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC

My Beloved

My Beloved My best friend I will love you till the end When my flesh is gone rotted from my bones My love, the veil it will transcend I will love you till the end

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Dearest Brother, I took a walk today. As I strolled along the trail I admired the leaves that hung aloft with their colors of brillent reds, yellows, orange, pale green, and light browns. The fallen leaves crunched beneath my feet as I climbed ever higher up the winding trail. I stopped. I shat in the woods. I walked on. I was lulled to a peaceful bliss by the birds chirping as they sang their last songs of the season, while a soft breeze tickled across my skin. I saw a grey black puff among the leaves that I gently nudged with my toe. It was a tuft of fur that had loosed and raised away from the carcass of a mole, whose body had been eaten away by maggots. I walked on. As the winds blew and the leaves fell, I was forced to notice the aching in my bones. Like a dagger stabbing into my heart I realized that the summer of our youth was, forever gone. I walked on. Consuming with my eyes and ears the beauty of the autumn leaves and the melodies of the lovely little song birds, I pondered the thought that as this season is nearing the end, so too am I. And yet, I walked on. How soon the sweet little song birds will have flown away to a warmer place. The trees that stand so tall and proud wearing their colorful leaves like cloaks of royalty will soon stand naked and cold surrounded by rot and decay. So my dearest brother, if by chance upon this trail you should trod, and find that I too have fallen amongst the debris of the season, roll me over, turn my eyes to the sky. And walk on. Let the crows pluck the eyes from my skull, and upon my flesh the maggots feast. What bones are not carried away by the beasts may they remain to be swallowed by the growth of the next season. For I, will have walked on.

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Oct 4, 2012

Oct 4, 2012 at 2:08 PM UTC

Dearest Brother

Dearest Brother, I took a walk today. As I strolled along the trail I admired the leaves that hung aloft with their colors of brillent reds, yellows, orange, pale green, and light browns. The fallen leaves crunched beneath my feet as I climbed ever higher up the winding trail. I stopped. I shat in the woods. I walked on. I was lulled to a peaceful bliss by the birds chirping as they sang their last songs of the season, while a soft breeze tickled across my skin. I saw a grey black puff among the leaves that I gently nudged with my toe. It was a tuft of fur that had loosed and raised away from the carcass of a mole, whose body had been eaten away by maggots. I walked on. As the winds blew and the leaves fell, I was forced to notice the aching in my bones. Like a dagger stabbing into my heart I realized that the summer of our youth was, forever gone. I walked on. Consuming with my eyes and ears the beauty of the autumn leaves and the melodies of the lovely little song birds, I pondered the thought that as this season is nearing the end, so too am I. And yet, I walked on. How soon the sweet little song birds will have flown away to a warmer place. The trees that stand so tall and proud wearing their colorful leaves like cloaks of royalty will soon stand naked and cold surrounded by rot and decay. So my dearest brother, if by chance upon this trail you should trod, and find that I too have fallen amongst the debris of the season, roll me over, turn my eyes to the sky. And walk on. Let the crows pluck the eyes from my skull, and upon my flesh the maggots feast. What bones are not carried away by the beasts may they remain to be swallowed by the growth of the next season. For I, will have walked on.

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