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 Feb 2014 Fox
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 Feb 2014 Fox
M
I like the way that poems sound
how each line means nothing
except to the author
I like the way they are always addressed
to someone named 'You'
and the way that You will never read them.
 Feb 2014 Fox
Joe Bay
Gone Away
 Feb 2014 Fox
Joe Bay
He lingered in his bedroom
Once filled with color and joy
But the shades have turned to black
And the joy was locked away
Somewhere deep inside
His soul from yesterday
Collapsing on the rough carpet
He builds up a wall
Locking the door and playing a song
Trying to hide it all
Little did his parents know
His pure heart had a hole
When his dad unlocked his sons room
There was a note that read
"Sorry I had to go"
 Feb 2014 Fox
LG Wood
When every single second,
of your fragile little life.
is a relentless mystery,
How will you know what's comming?

This very day,
could gladly be your very last.
What do you suppose to happen next?
All of this is just a Great Perhaps.

What if?
Maybe?
Possibly?
All questions, whose answers are unknown

When life is a great mystery,
How could you live it to the fullest?
Perchance you'll never know.
I guess it is just a Great Perhaps.

I am in a constant search
of who I am, of who i want to be
But it's all still a mystery.
Life is only, a Great Perhaps.
 Feb 2014 Fox
Traveler
Mesmerized by a long forgotten melody
Spellbinding this haunting familiar sound
Reminds me of the victim I used to be
It strikes an emotion that brings me down

Unfathomable these pulsating rhythmic electric vibes
That make up the hidden parts that keep us alive
Reaction that cause us to revisit tragic memories
Which don't seem to have any quick remedy

Sounds, smells and things we see
Dramatic experiences are also triggers and keys
There are many ways through the unconscious realm
Such as lucid dreams and hypnotic spells

Displaced aggression, confused emotions
Inappropriate behavior, addictive devotions
All stem from unresolved issues of life so bitter
Stored in gray matter by chemical transmitters

But I have yet to mention the infamous soul
Which we place our hope in as our bodies grow old
A ghost that exists beyond that which can be measured
And holds the mysteries of life's greatest  treasures...

TWM
Traveler Tim
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