vincent-gandsey - Hello Poetry

Joined like a limb to the bark But sending petals up the breeze Caught in the act but raveled ribbon with ease Where's the red hands? Well what's a couple less friends? We're already upstate sipping wine Finding time to bat each lash Writing the numbers & counting the cash What's a red herring? Well why not live a life more daring? Steel that nerve, put it on books What's a feast without the cooks?

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Jul 8, 2014

Jul 8, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC

All The First Steps.

Joined like a limb to the bark But sending petals up the breeze Caught in the act but raveled ribbon with ease Where's the red hands? Well what's a couple less friends? We're already upstate sipping wine Finding time to bat each lash Writing the numbers & counting the cash What's a red herring? Well why not live a life more daring? Steel that nerve, put it on books What's a feast without the cooks?

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What's in the cut, on the cusp? She's like me and I’ve spied her They'd let the keys rust Change the locks, burn the home He feels the itch, gathers the sticks She kills the lights & hunts on her own

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Jul 2, 2014

Jul 2, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC

Villains.

What's in the cut, on the cusp? She's like me and I’ve spied her They'd let the keys rust Change the locks, burn the home He feels the itch, gathers the sticks She kills the lights & hunts on her own

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That which inspires their poems, acts of love & science, land you on a mantle melding trust and violence. Can't tell what's worse: the karma or the trending. Got us asking "who want what"? Which pigeon are you sending?

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Mar 16, 2014

Mar 16, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC

Carrier Pigeons.

That which inspires their poems, acts of love & science, land you on a mantle melding trust and violence. Can't tell what's worse: the karma or the trending. Got us asking "who want what"? Which pigeon are you sending?

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See your face in the trees on 95 east Turn sand to glass, deep breath to a peak All we ever want is to show ambition & will Try to listen & grow, see the apex a thrill.

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Sep 28, 2013

Sep 28, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC

The Glassmaker.

See your face in the trees on 95 east Turn sand to glass, deep breath to a peak All we ever want is to show ambition & will Try to listen & grow, see the apex a thrill.

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Turn the pages, hope it gives you space They smell the anger & they love the taste We have our ideas but we can't read text or tone Turn the pages, take the turns too fast I know your kin & know what shakes the mast We have our knowledge but we can't call it our own.

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Jun 18, 2013

Jun 18, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC

We In The Library.

Turn the pages, hope it gives you space They smell the anger & they love the taste We have our ideas but we can't read text or tone Turn the pages, take the turns too fast I know your kin & know what shakes the mast We have our knowledge but we can't call it our own.

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Awaken these old bones, remember who you've been There's love, pain, poems to taste, to greet and dismiss She says she knows I call them 'songs' I know she calls them 'dregs' And we can't go on for long, as these lungs will not grow legs.

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Jun 4, 2013

Jun 4, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC

Walking on Air.

Awaken these old bones, remember who you've been There's love, pain, poems to taste, to greet and dismiss She says she knows I call them 'songs' I know she calls them 'dregs' And we can't go on for long, as these lungs will not grow legs.

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Tough talk, if it hits the drain, bubbles just like gut rot. Punk rock, she was starved but survived when cut off. Arrival of the fittest, is that lion's growl or kitten's meow? She of grace & grit, made a meal out of my nerve. Said: "Goodbye's for other times," but I couldn't track the curve.

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May 21, 2013

May 21, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC

The New Tropics.

Tough talk, if it hits the drain, bubbles just like gut rot. Punk rock, she was starved but survived when cut off. Arrival of the fittest, is that lion's growl or kitten's meow? She of grace & grit, made a meal out of my nerve. Said: "Goodbye's for other times," but I couldn't track the curve.

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Force yourself to choose, as dark & honest as it gets. She said, "I don't require you." with eyes that can't recognize regret.

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Feb 18, 2013

Feb 18, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC

Eyesight.

Force yourself to choose, as dark & honest as it gets. She said, "I don't require you." with eyes that can't recognize regret.

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Feverish like wicker man Tough to reach like Mariana Gorgeous, unsupportive I would gladly follow you to slaughter

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Feb 11, 2013

Feb 11, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC

My Druids.

Feverish like wicker man Tough to reach like Mariana Gorgeous, unsupportive I would gladly follow you to slaughter

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I don't want to hurt you, I just want to see what's inside Pulsing, spinning, alive as the wind Grinning as I explore the confines They say you move like angels; these doors must be closed It's not going to hurt you, you're only exposed.

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Feb 5, 2013

Feb 5, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC

What's Inside.

I don't want to hurt you, I just want to see what's inside Pulsing, spinning, alive as the wind Grinning as I explore the confines They say you move like angels; these doors must be closed It's not going to hurt you, you're only exposed.

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