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Amy Perry Aug 2013
The sun, it has seen
The early dawn of mankind,
Who for centuries were keen
On the blazing ball in the sky.
Nowadays, artificial light casts a glow
Unfamiliar to none.
If we take a moment to bathe in the sun's splendour
We can ponder the wonder
Of how we have all seen the same sun.
Amy Perry Aug 2013
I saw her in my room.
She crossed it towards my bed.
The music was playing,
A song conveying
Mysticism and wonder in my head.

Maybe it was paranoia.
Or perhaps just fantasy.
But there she was,
Maybe because
I have a spirit following me.
A highly spiritual man told me he believes I have a spirit following me. One day I saw a woman walking in my room, and although it was probably nothing, I remembered his words.
Amy Perry Aug 2013
The spirit and the ego,
At war for a turn
To guide my ways
Through all of days
From the cradle to the urn.

The ego goes down, the walls follow.
My spirit emerges nimble and free.
Its stay is short,
The doctors will thwart
The ignited spiritual emergency.

Emotion pulses through me,
My mind and voice are rapid.
A needle through my arm
To abate my alarm.
Soon I'll feel vacant and vapid.

Now I sit at home,
Too lethargic to walk out the door.
Perhaps low energy
Is better than insanity,
Considering where it got me before.

This is how it ought to be,
The ego in control of it.
I lose my mind,
Become unkind,
From an unleashed, suppressed spirit.
Amy Perry Aug 2013
Take my hand,
Handsome warrior.
I will help you tread,
Dreadful as you feel.
I am by your side all this while.
You look at me and smile.
Your pain physical,
My pain mental.
Our suffering entwined
But we don't mind.
You help me out of delusion,
A problem with no easy solution.
You are by my side all this while.
I look at you and smile.
Amy Perry Aug 2013
You must want
All of me
For if you take
Some of me
You wouldn't have me.
You could possibly
Arrange all the variables
Of me
And come up with someone else.
Take them.
For if you want me,
You must want all of me.
Amy Perry Aug 2013
Golden arches,
Some stop to eat.
Mouse ears,
Some stop to retreat.

All these shops that we see
And all the smiling faces
Plastered on a mascot
Brings the viewer to higher places.

The holidays come,
The people gather 'round
A flat screen TV
And knock each other to the ground.

Here used to lie an orange grove
That provided for the land.
Now times have changed, values too.
In its place a theme park stands.

This generation's happines
Can be bought and sold
By paper we deem valuable
For that is what we're told.

Yet the sight of a valley
Brings me more joy
Than any handy dandy
Service, gadget, toy.
Reading "Fast Food Nation" and just thinking about how to some people seeing the golden arches is an indicator of happiness. As opposed to me, getting excited over the scenery.
Amy Perry Aug 2013
Fingers delicately trace
The bounded bounty
Of paper and ink
That lie before me
In neatly organized
Shelves.
Carefully alphabetized.
Without knowledge of genre,
I walk the aisles
Waiting for inspiration.
A spark of interest.
Choosing a book
Is half the fun
And walking home
Choice in arms
Already wondering
What my next choice
Will be.
Recognizing the fun and excitement of picking out a book.
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