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Alex Gebhart Feb 2010
Rainy day, I want to play.
What to do with a rusted shovel?
Summer rain won't be a bane,
Run around with the trusted shovel.

Splish-Splash, muddy puddle,
Displaced worms squirm on the ground.
Rip-Slash, ****** middle,
Your precious organs spread all around.

Life's a cheer with the voices here.
Lots of fun with now dusted shovel.
Rain overhead, clears away the dead,
Soon forgotten, encrusted shovel...

Run! to dodge the rain drops.
Quick! before the rain stops.
You can't catch me,
Weeheehee!
Alex Gebhart Feb 2010
Voiceless,
In a battle of words, choice less.
The plague of silence is worse than violence,
But yet I cannot voice this.

I must be seriously delirious with the fervor of fever,
'Cause whimsical words play on my mind like some ludicrous lever.
Creating cracks that become chasms
That shake me,
             Take me,
                   Ever deeper,
                        Down the
                                Rabbit hole.
Alex Gebhart Feb 2010
Deep beneath the seething sea,
Before you, before me,
A war is fought so far from shore,
For life, for existence, wholeheartedly.

Each creature fights in its own way,
With speed, or numbers, predator or prey,
They fight so hard through day and night,
To survive, to prosper, to stay.

But what is it worth?
Time watches with mirth,
As they leave there mark in defiance.

So each niche is found,
The variety unbound,
A war of grand alliance.
Alex Gebhart Feb 2010
Pyromaniacs
Sometimes seen as not quite right
Too much fun with fire
Alex Gebhart Feb 2010
Take a breath
Is your mind ready
Try not to botch the title
Life’s end is ready
Escape death
Alex Gebhart Feb 2010
Hold your breath until you're blue,
The sun keeps burning,
Towards the night when it's burnt out.

It won't matter what you do,
The world keeps turning,
Towards the day it has spun out.

Makes me wonder through and through,
And I keep yearning,
Towards a time when I don't doubt.
Alex Gebhart Feb 2010
I've got this.
I need nothing.  no help, no shove,
In any direction.
Relax.  the beast below has a weak grasp,
On the strong of heart.

I step off.
The ledge leaves me.  lost nerve, lost sight,
Of all planned action.
Relax. the wind whips by, then at last,
I spread my wings apart.
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