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behind glass she sits,

swallows dart through falling rain,

dreams take flight with them.
Life is about giving
back instead of taking.
I took a lot all my life,
apathetic and selfish.
When I see people today,
they don't look like marks.
I don't think about what I
can take from them.
They are God's handiwork.

Life is strange and short.
I couldn't have caused this
inner transition.
I always subscribed to
morality in theory.
Thank God,
the blind still receives sight.

Sometimes, acquaintances will say
that I've grown soft
as they turn to green jello, right
before my eyes.
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZptFkj_ezoo
laid your head upon my shoulder
let me feel your warmth and breath
and when the cold intrudes this moment
may that embrace remember best

-cec
You used to be proud,
Of your long poems.
Now you second guess the length,
Of your grander pieces.

No one today has the attention,
To read lengthy things anymore.
So in consequence you’ve lost your substance,
To the ideas and ideals of an inattentive mind.
The streets are frosty,
Blazing white with snow.
The academy has canceled testing,
Because a student has been afflicted with frostbite,
Icy sickness in his fingers.
Welcome to America,
You can go west and burn up,
Or stay to the east and freeze.
This is one crazy winter.
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