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Archer 4d
Thereunto Sky Filled with Scars
O’er our beheld Ocean of Teeth
Seldomly Throwing Up Clouds and Stars
In sets of three for three sets of Crying Trees
Up and upon each Screaming Mountainside
Till moons pass half past a Quarter to Live
Or they shan’t view their Island in my Eye
Instead betwixt a Desert and Crude Sieve
Alas, nary a River Through our Sun
Nor a Volcano up the Arctic
Dost commit to Minds Overrun
Or coups for Governments Oligarchic
Archer Apr 3
When I see the face of my maker here
I’ve never seen a more beautiful thing
My maker is not God nor is it fear
Fear is just the outcome and the offspring
So far gone are the values of our men
Fighting in the names of Gods expired
Crying for the right to love so long dead
On shaking ground but argued required
You’ll see the face of your maker and weep
When recognized by your own scarring heart
If eyes open to spot that bloodied creep
A maker’s face may close both from the start
Your matching face can only seem to choose
Decide if he’s the maker or are you
Archer Apr 3
They say that choices made
(Be it by yourself, others, or nature)
Can drastically affect how a
                                 Single
Person’s life plays out.
It’s quite like the ocean that you sail on now
With the seawater swaying
                              Back
              And
Forth
Or in
Loud
Violent
STORMS
Fate works in mysterious ways
It could be high tide at one point in the day
And then later show you
Beautiful things
That were previously
                               Under           Water
You can feel at peace one second
Bobbing
^ Up ^
              And
v Down v
And then
PAnICKinG -and- DRowwnIING
The next
You inhale deeply
Breathing in the salty fresh air
The sharp cold cuts through your lungs
…it’s painful…
But you Don’t Mind
You Don’t Mind your red cheeks
  Or the crashing waves
      Or the rocking
                                 Back
             And
Forth
You only Mind having to
Leave your
|Home|
-But-
We’ll see,
We’ll see.
Archer Apr 3
There.
Do you see it?
She’s gone and figured it out again
Gone and solved it again…
Gone. Away. Again.

No matter how many times I may
try
and trap her!
Treat her!-…
She breaks out.

Its truly pathetic,
Really
It is
Like watching a rat squirm around in a cage
Guts spilling out through her mouth
And moistening the concrete around it
With the gushing. burning. blood
Until it dies..
Again

I’ve taken her ability to speak
To see
To feel- anything(!) that is not agony

Time goes on but it’s stopped for her
She moves slowly enough where
s e c o n d s
Seem like
E O N S
That’s be nothing to me,
But I’m sure you can see how I could feel even
slightly
FRUSTRATED
with her refusing to give up

How many times do I need to
Take her apart
And
Scramble her back together?!

I could take her
Tongue out
And
Tie it through her like a metal tube

Or
Peel her skin off
And
Force it into other places like a child’s jigsaw puzzle…
But that would just be repetitive

It takes lo n  g   e     r
And
L O  N   G    E     R
for her to. To
JUST die
Each time!

….
What’s a god to a speck?
She barely casts a
shadow
On my hand when I hold her
So I suppose.
It’s just
‘Fascination’
At this point
Archer Apr 2
If I Could
Fall apart again
Just so you’d put Me back
together then
I’d be Falling
Every single day
And not just Falling
Apart
Archer Mar 25
There’s thousands of words published
On this site
Ev’ry day
None of us are Shakespeare
As we’re all great
In our own ways

The “thumbs up”s and “heart”s aren’t a
Reflection
Of who you are
So, keep writing Hello Poetry!
And fill our small world
With more stars
Archer Mar 23
The Duality of Man,
may very well be
The Singularity of Man.
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