zac-sandri - Hello Poetry

Of all the weary restless listeners She stood out the most Her eyes alight with blaze of thought Her body sunk from forgotten sleep She stood to say - I'm alright I wouldn't argue with her I've had my share of sleeplessness The kind when you're alone My eyes were black and bagged And often I fell to twilight Not yet sleep; not quite aware She awoke me from my state The world a bright and brilliant thing The inn in which we stayed was kind But offered us no respite Comfort tames not the fervored mind She knew as well as I We sat and spoke Across the room No use for words or hands A wonderful woman she truly was A strong and weathered one Her cheeks told me of winds they'd fought Her nose of frostbit summers She smiled at me We had surely found each other I had left in search of something Never figuring the objects name Upturned rocks and drunken talks No rewards were received By midnights edge I had always left Aloft To chase my goals My maddening maddened goals Today I had found the moment That was worthy of my death She stared at me I stared at her Ember caught in twirling wind amid a forest made from bone I stood She strode We met Hands clasped I died that day and so did she From he and I to we I'd panned creeks, duh sites, fought bears of men But collapsed in bed At a simple inn Is where's my treasure lies

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Jul 13, 2016

Jul 13, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC

In my dreams

Of all the weary restless listeners She stood out the most Her eyes alight with blaze of thought Her body sunk from forgotten sleep She stood to say - I'm alright I wouldn't argue with her I've had my share of sleeplessness The kind when you're alone My eyes were black and bagged And often I fell to twilight Not yet sleep; not quite aware She awoke me from my state The world a bright and brilliant thing The inn in which we stayed was kind But offered us no respite Comfort tames not the fervored mind She knew as well as I We sat and spoke Across the room No use for words or hands A wonderful woman she truly was A strong and weathered one Her cheeks told me of winds they'd fought Her nose of frostbit summers She smiled at me We had surely found each other I had left in search of something Never figuring the objects name Upturned rocks and drunken talks No rewards were received By midnights edge I had always left Aloft To chase my goals My maddening maddened goals Today I had found the moment That was worthy of my death She stared at me I stared at her Ember caught in twirling wind amid a forest made from bone I stood She strode We met Hands clasped I died that day and so did she From he and I to we I'd panned creeks, duh sites, fought bears of men But collapsed in bed At a simple inn Is where's my treasure lies

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take to the right the one who is but nothing. there is something. dark and dark and dark these things are. black as they appear none care more than dark. Blink in the light. it is far far brighter than need be. The dark hides nothing, the brightest light hides all. where then? where could the one to the right remain? to the left there is one to the wrong there is another but to the right... nothing. how can this be? there is one here. there is one there. there MUST be one to the right. foolish foolish foolish to say there is not! the right remains. alone. unaware. unaffected. uneffecting! the light too great for it and the dark - the dark too far. how then? does the right exist? it must, there is a left and a wrong!!!! the right must. it must. it must. but

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Apr 9, 2015

Apr 9, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC

Right

take to the right the one who is but nothing. there is something. dark and dark and dark these things are. black as they appear none care more than dark. Blink in the light. it is far far brighter than need be. The dark hides nothing, the brightest light hides all. where then? where could the one to the right remain? to the left there is one to the wrong there is another but to the right... nothing. how can this be? there is one here. there is one there. there MUST be one to the right. foolish foolish foolish to say there is not! the right remains. alone. unaware. unaffected. uneffecting! the light too great for it and the dark - the dark too far. how then? does the right exist? it must, there is a left and a wrong!!!! the right must. it must. it must. but

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I consoled a friend as they buried his An old man who had lived good life It was difficult nonetheless Four days from heaven Three steps from hell He never broke his gaze I've been told We are all okay until we're not A smile that fades A tear that falls To feed the broken soil It's hard to know This is how we all will end Broken back down Eaten all up To live for another To build for another To comfort a friend as they bury his

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Apr 8, 2015

Apr 8, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC

Such is Life, Death

I consoled a friend as they buried his An old man who had lived good life It was difficult nonetheless Four days from heaven Three steps from hell He never broke his gaze I've been told We are all okay until we're not A smile that fades A tear that falls To feed the broken soil It's hard to know This is how we all will end Broken back down Eaten all up To live for another To build for another To comfort a friend as they bury his

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I found The later that I go The less I need to know It's not All the best of luck Finding you are ****** I wish Need I say Need I think Besides The world is so cruel I'd known better, right Although I was forced into a farce Always demise in mind I wish Need I say Need I think I wish Need I think I'll never say

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Dec 11, 2014

Dec 11, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC

Hell

I found The later that I go The less I need to know It's not All the best of luck Finding you are ****** I wish Need I say Need I think Besides The world is so cruel I'd known better, right Although I was forced into a farce Always demise in mind I wish Need I say Need I think I wish Need I think I'll never say

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I'm trapped in the moment. I know that all moments are the same That there here Happening But every moment I'm trapped. Some people live for the moment Some people live IN the moment But I'm trapped here Knowing All moments are happening All times in the same place. Here Here But I'm trapped Here

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Nov 6, 2014

Nov 6, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC

Then, Here, and Now

I'm trapped in the moment. I know that all moments are the same That there here Happening But every moment I'm trapped. Some people live for the moment Some people live IN the moment But I'm trapped here Knowing All moments are happening All times in the same place. Here Here But I'm trapped Here

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Dedicated to the rogue in all of us I heard all the fuss The noise made I thought about it You know I must I cannot help it The noise made I liked it But if I combined it With Myself The world sees a player

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Aug 26, 2014

Aug 26, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC

Dead Guy Ale

Dedicated to the rogue in all of us I heard all the fuss The noise made I thought about it You know I must I cannot help it The noise made I liked it But if I combined it With Myself The world sees a player

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The world is NOT coming to an end I can see why you think that Wars are waged by those who dont fight Men are murdered by their protectors Women ***** by their friends Leaders lay idle in their havens Riots roll through our streets Fear seeps into all our minds We are held down by a force that prefers to remain invisible In the darkness it is easier to deceive Easier to control Easier to hide But only cowards use the darkness They use their tools to craft stones around us They try to entomb us in "Free" they call themselves "Free" they call us But Freedom is without them Freedom is in the light The world could come to an end Only if we stop shining Only if we stop burning in the dark If you want to save the world then start fires Smoke the cowards out It is our choice That The world is NOT coming to an end

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Aug 15, 2014

Aug 15, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC

Now

The world is NOT coming to an end I can see why you think that Wars are waged by those who dont fight Men are murdered by their protectors Women ***** by their friends Leaders lay idle in their havens Riots roll through our streets Fear seeps into all our minds We are held down by a force that prefers to remain invisible In the darkness it is easier to deceive Easier to control Easier to hide But only cowards use the darkness They use their tools to craft stones around us They try to entomb us in "Free" they call themselves "Free" they call us But Freedom is without them Freedom is in the light The world could come to an end Only if we stop shining Only if we stop burning in the dark If you want to save the world then start fires Smoke the cowards out It is our choice That The world is NOT coming to an end

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I walked out the door The wooden deck met As it always had Looking up I saw the tree Finally blooming In the spring All of the anger Frustration Pity and Depression Faded. Perhaps that's where I belong With that tree Beautiful in the summer Nostalgic in the fall Dead in the winter And in the spring Alive. The trees knew something How to balance life In a perfect way Every day good and bad The wind helped and hurt Green and awe Inspiring. I thought I might belong With them The trees Where the world of humanity Didn't matter Where the rise and fall created Wholeness. I was trapped With an idea of what The world was A tremulous chaos Each day A different and unknown Struggle. How I wish I were the tree That stood green With first bloom So still And beaconing Alone.

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May 10, 2014

May 10, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC

The Gardener

I walked out the door The wooden deck met As it always had Looking up I saw the tree Finally blooming In the spring All of the anger Frustration Pity and Depression Faded. Perhaps that's where I belong With that tree Beautiful in the summer Nostalgic in the fall Dead in the winter And in the spring Alive. The trees knew something How to balance life In a perfect way Every day good and bad The wind helped and hurt Green and awe Inspiring. I thought I might belong With them The trees Where the world of humanity Didn't matter Where the rise and fall created Wholeness. I was trapped With an idea of what The world was A tremulous chaos Each day A different and unknown Struggle. How I wish I were the tree That stood green With first bloom So still And beaconing Alone.

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In the predawn hours Light is still visible Would that light Still shine If The world Were not made Of reflective materials I am not quite sure it would

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC

In Between Night and Day

In the predawn hours Light is still visible Would that light Still shine If The world Were not made Of reflective materials I am not quite sure it would

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I Feel But a fool I Can not Understand you Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink I Have felt Secure before I Wish that I'd never ever Said The things That I've said before I Wish I Had been silent Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC

Untitled

I Feel But a fool I Can not Understand you Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink I Have felt Secure before I Wish that I'd never ever Said The things That I've said before I Wish I Had been silent Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink Too much to drink

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