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as love
is diffuse
where glow
is his
so well
it'll show
how bright
the moon
tonight when
it's there
if finaly
the moment
swept them
off the
road and
into a
tile home
the kennedy assignation
it is a bitter pill to swallow
a willow on my shoulder
her width is covering me
in shadow

I try to grow all tall
and better I try
to make each sunrise
day brighter

My roots grow shallow
I fight
I strive to
get nutrients

among this forest
of tall trees
suffocating me
I am but a little
****

and my father was
an oak
my mother grew her hair
long
to the ground
Treat your poem like a song
Played on the radio
Give to it the hooks to get
It read every hour or so

Keep it in a time frame
Under 3 minutes short and sweet
You'll have bouncing heads as it's read
Swaying to the beat

With your lines short in rhyme
You're bound to wow the crowds
Having them all reading it
Everywhere out loud

It'll be #1 with a bullet
This your Top 40 Pop Poem
You'll have everyone in wonder
As they all happily read along
so
I'll just play that song again
pine away in
hope the one part of me
not dying yet

and suppose
or check the door
with every creak
every settling of this

old house
wipe the cobwebs
away from
the window

and peep at the
empty street
just
hope keeps me

these days
company
Pry not the third eye open
In desperation of your wits
Hold not your answers in solitude
  Surely that's not being hip...
Share your wisdom
Long before we all get somehow lost
But mostly be yourself
  It doesn't matter what we thought..
Try not to be rude, yet
Hide not your point of view
Knowing many eyes
Are watching what you do!

Simplicity is best
when applying demand for speed
understanding all the important words
and just what the listener's, need
caring for the multitudes
be they little and/or small
answering the greater questions
not just for one, but all!
.......
A Temporal Fugue
Traveler Tim
Collaboration
Inside an eternity of light energies, I wander.
My soul, my vessel, my stature,
becoming grounded in the shape of human body.
Sometimes inner heart cells are closed,
blocking the universal light
so I heal and feel pain.
Other times my inner self receives
a bombardment of vibrations
that make me want to fly.
All in a lifetime I have chosen
All for the purpose
of playing in the
experimental playground of Earth.
Inspired by Lee
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