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The frozen shadows cast by the trees
lie still as ghosts in the morning freeze
shrinking against the rising dawn
their misty spirits above my lawn
A wisp of wind carries them aside
in search of shadows for them to hide
until the dark whence they return
to their haunting beds to adjourn
and come the morn they stretch their hands
across the static frozen land
then up the alley and across the grass
tapping their fingers on my window glass
the dancing figures perform a ball
has skeletons upon my wall
like nightmares from my childhood born
But no they lie upon my lawn
and yes they roam inside my earth
the frozen shadows upon the turf

the end
Here lies my father,
Who was overrun in the jungle.
He stood and fought
'till all was lost
and in that he lost himself.
Though maybe he is at peace,
for “Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
He still returns from time time.
He is the Sun,
Rising to nourish the life he created,
such as the wind whispers words of comfort.
He comes in my dreams.
I can see him now, over on that hill
Running to greet his baby grandson
I can see him now,
but now I see him in you.
You have the same eyes.
I only hope one day,
You can be the man he was;
strong and wise, yet gentle and caring.
A love for his land, a passion for his family
A servant to his God, and a leader to his men,
He remained faithful to all until the bitter end.
But with his final breath, nothing heroic was uttered.
All that was heard by the survivors was one word,
one word by which they have come to live their lives;
one word by which I have come to live my life;
one word by which all should live their lives-
Love.
I got nothing to write today,
But i thought I'd try
Just so I could, ya know
say hi.
It's my first poem here
and I might as well make it count.
And tell me everyone,
What do you write about?

-11/13/11
7:40 pm
I've been drinking

It's outlandish how I have to
                                   manage on this
mismanaged planet
                     and plan my life in this
**** land of sin I'm in

                                       Like choking on cinnamon
More like spoons full of sugar got
                                           Mary going down and popping medicine
So sick it makes you want to
                                     hold shut your nose hole with a clothes pin
Air out your ***** laundry
          Let the funk blow in the wind
                        then throw all your dreams away in a clothes bin.

                                                   Look at me
        I'm sitting here faintly inebriated with this picture I've painted
        
        Judging other people's vices..
Scrape scratch rusty latch close the double doors                                   
Clitter clatter muffled natter in the corridors
Cling clang dropping pans right outside my room                              
needles gleaming patients screaming nurse is coming soon.
Titter tatter coughing spatter; chest pain all a heave
Needles ready hold on steady, rolling up my sleeve
Sweat like hell, sickly smell lying on the bed
Windows steaming my arm bleeding, bottle full of red.
White washed walls, distant calls, nurses all a clatter
Creaky crack stooping back, my heart a pitter patter
Squeaky wheel tapping heel, rustling nylon coats                              
Scribble babble noisy rabble, doctors taking notes.
Beeping stream, loud machine, a tapping all the night
People checking, doing my head-in; turning on the light
Isolation; high contagion rubber glove and mask
No hesitation, trepidation, they go about their task.
Interruption with consumption, stops you in mid-flight
Time stands still, take your pill and shiver throughout the night
With ****** tears and deathly fears, image from which I stare
don't let go, back home to Joe, to those I know who care.

                                         The end
I want to see the world
I want to watch it unfold like a whisper into a secret
dancing in a different perspective
from what each set of eyes dreams it
I want to watch the world imagine
sprinkling a mana potion of possibilities
across the land for us to dance in
I want to see the world's mistakes
where its heart broke into the grand canyon
where it cried to fill the atlantic ocean
where it colored to create the flower fields of Holland
I want to listen to the world
while it commutes around the sun like a day job
while it tells stories to the stars like a fantasy
while it grieves over a tragedy just out of reach
I want to see the world
so I can show it a new humanity
not every human here is all we're cracked up to be
some of our souls are still dancing
looking down and up and rejoicing
we want to see the world
to understand it, fall in love, and come into unison
society is just a plague wiping out the brightened energies
but we're finding a cure, an infinite anecdote to the mess of man
and we'll come from the inside, to feel the world
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