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hesitate again
look down

regret my first sentence
now

maybe will say it some other time
now
 Feb 27 wren
Thomas W Case
There, in the
tide pool, dappled by
the sun is birth and death,
and the spark that continues.
It leaves mankind in the wake of regret.
What have I to do with the albatross
Or sea lion?
I can but write, while they fly and roar.
I gaze upon the Pacific from this rock,
all its mysteries and grandeur.
I am inferior, while it forever reigns with
every wave and break of light.
Here's a link to my youtube channel where I read my poetry from my brand new book, It's a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-j1YkEdWQs
jasmine green tea
the flowers smell so sweet
she put soap in my mouth
she wants to wash it out
i let the aroma lie to me
i hate my mother i wish i didn't love her
 Feb 27 wren
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                  Their Candles are All Out


                            “…There’s husbandry in heaven;
                              Their candles are all out...”

                                              -Macbeth II.i.6-7


Good men will tend to see the good in all
When Banquo was aware of the starless night
He saw in that not a lack of light  
But rather the careful conservation of light

And so we see this night, this rainy night
Not as a time of cold and darkness and damp
But an occasion for hearth-gathering the family
For cards, chess, read-alouds, blankies, warmth, peace

Good men will tend to see the good in all
And good must then on all of us befall
Art you made
Art you shall become
.
That's the lesson I've learnt.
.
We're not made of stardust
Or particles
Or a billion atoms running
Up and down our system
.
No
.
Art is what we're made of.
.
Art is what we aspire to do.
.
Art is what we inhale
and exhale.
.
Art is everywhere.
.
Art you made
Art you shall become
.
Art is what you
Dedicate your existence to
What you are devouted to
What your life resumes in
.
Art
.
Art is what you made
Art you shall become
.
Art
.
Artist don't burn
They don't turn into ashes
They don't return to the earth
.
Artists return to what
They're made of
.
They turn into their own
Version of stardust
.
Art
.
From art you were made
And art you shall become
.
Art you made
.
Art
You
Shall
Become
.
In Memoriam
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