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 Oct 2018 East Wind
Virtuous
Eyes
 Oct 2018 East Wind
Virtuous
Your eyes
Are telling
Me
What your
Mouth
Is too afraid to
Speak
 Oct 2018 East Wind
Edmund black
Knowledge is knowing
I can write beautiful poetry
Say all the right words
To motivate you
and
To tell you all will be fine
Stay strong
Show up for yourself
And
focus on the things
that really matter
You’re perfectly perfect
In every way

But
Wisdom is knowing
No matter how many
Beautiful poetry I’ve written
To motivate you
I still may not reach
Your inner soul

Because wisdom
Is knowing that
Too many people
Are forever stuck
At the age of their
Worst trauma

Wisdom is knowing
The voices inside
Your head will always
Be the loudest

Philosophy is knowing
And
wondering if I too
May be a victim of this
Beautiful world called life
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Popular among Veterans but not exclusive to Veterans
Don’t minimize someone’s else’s trauma
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 Oct 2018 East Wind
Virtuous
I'm a hopeless romantic
I dream of fun nights out on the town
Meaningful conversations under the stars
And a passionate kiss shared in the rain
I'm a hopeless romantic
I believe in marriage
And growing old together
And being attentive to each others needs
I'm a hopeless romantic
Longing to be seen in a way
That others have never dared to do
Afraid of losing their fantasies
I'm a hopeless romantic
But more than that
I am human
And a complex one I might add
Not so easily figured out
But what's the fun in that?
I'm a hopeless romantic
Loyal and caring
Wanting to know who my partner is
And how I can help them accomplish their
Goals and dreams
A hopeless romantic
Yes that's me
 Oct 2018 East Wind
Eric W
Arrival
 Oct 2018 East Wind
Eric W
Now that you are finally here,
it begins to make sense
why my favorite season,
Fall,
would belong to you.
Who else could it have ever been?
 Oct 2018 East Wind
JaxSpade
Boy cried wolf!

    He said could you help me sir

The wolf said,
                        I'm a wolf

I would rather eat you instead

Oh goody!

I've just peppered my
Skin with a little salt
It taste just like you want!

The wolf cried boy!
Have you lost your mind

I'm supposed to hunt
For my tooths grind

You offer me skin
Free to dine
This must be a trick
            To trap mine

The boy cried Wolf!

   I'm willing to die
      I would rather be eaten
        Than to stay alive

Oh  please believe me !
       I wouldn't lie

Couldn't you have a bite?

The wolf cried boy!
You're a fox real sly
I dare not eat your
Temptous hide

For I do not trust
in the words you cry
And this time
I must pass you by

The boy cried!

wolf!
         wolf!

But no one heard

The wolf cried boy that was absurd!
 Oct 2018 East Wind
Edmund black
Much like my dream
Poetry sanction me
To be anyone
and
everyone
I want to be

To
explore the places
In my mind’s eye
And dwell from the
Most magical place
In all the world

My
imagination


I like that!
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