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Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
An eye in the sky
By the moon does spy
Zooms in down to earth
On a boy wondering why
In  leisure he sits
In open window sill high
Of the school's west wing
On the band hall side.
Feeling the wind passby
His face and through hands
Smell the flowers nearby
And gazing into the sky
Where the eye dost lie
But outside the obvious
Of beautiful blue sky.
There is a tornadic storm
Where in the mind does lie
The gravity of love
And he still wonders why
He waits window sill high.
Staring into azure sky
Waiting for the one he loves
Wondering if their fates will tie.
While he lounges day by day
As the yellow eyes passes him by,
Either to love or die.
June 10, 2003
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Stuck in a world of love
This one cannot move on.
He loves this girl you see
Tormenting dreams til dawn.

He waits around this one
Waiting for her love.
He watches her give to others
While he watches from above.

Feeding a lack of love
From a journey life long
He waits for her to love him
Or his love to be gone.
Written June 9, 2003
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Every time I gaze upon you,
The sun rises and my heart starts.
Turning the ignition, ready to roll
Blazing down the road after you,
Knowing I cannot keep up with you.
But my mind stays on you
Every second thinks of you.

Yet when the clouds take the sunshine away
I feel hurt, unloved, and alone.
Deprived of this photosynthetic warmth
And ripped into the clutches of depression.
When the eclipse is done, I'm relieved.
I see my sunshine who teaches me much
About the love I pursue every day.

You've become a living segment of me,
Providing life force for survival or my heart.
The very single love you radiate
Warms me to think of you time and time again.
But if you ever fade from the skies,
I'll lose my warmth and be struck down.
The the death spawning frozen hell of sadness.

Then I lose sight of you until time.
I stop and wait for you again, hoping,
That I picked the right star to chase,
Before I never knew what I was chasing,
Or why I could never stop looking for you.
Now I know you and your brilliant radiance
Comprehending to never give way.
Written June 8, 2003
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
When the anger deep inside my heart
Is released unto the world
It makes bonds between my friends part.

Only those few can stop this anger of me
It's those not directed at.
And my chosen isle from the sea.

Al well as the radiating light
That you give when you smile
Anger dies at your beautiful sight.
Written May 20, 2003
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Come rain,
Come storm,
Unleash my wrath upon the ground.
Come thunder,
Come wind,
Strike the trees down pound for pound.

A silent agony which holds a mask,
Too much to bottle in a thousand flasks.
Come lightning,
Come storm,
And throw fury upon those who hurt me.
Written May 14, 2003
Revised May 15, 2003
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Education within my soul
Is understood as quick as I know
When it strides in my eyes
And my ears and makes a home.
But inside socialism and love
I might as well drop the course.
Written April 16, 2003
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
I'm dying from the inside out
None of this makes any sense
Left alone, as I scheme
Then I break out for the fence.

Sprinting through the narrow halls
Knocking many people down
Sorry, but I only did
Look back with an unfeigned frown.

Blazing through the corridors
I'm tired of the friendly light.
Let me hide in my agony
And think within the dead of night.

I blast the door off its hinge,
And ride into the azure sky.
Yet fall back down to the green earth
Heading for the fence raised high.

I gallop through the springtime fields
Past all the people staring,
Some point and laugh, some surprised
Mocking, chanting, yelling, glaring.

I scanned the coming high wall
That I wished to overperch.
Then behind me I heard them roar
I was the object of their search.

My eyes were straight, my mind was set
As I advanced toward the edge
So what about insanity?
So what if I jump from off the ledge?

As I began to scale the wall
They chase and grapple at me.
Let me settle my affairs alone.
For I leap, and thus I'm free.

I look back at them through the fence
A face which asked, "What's this about?"
"I'm not coming back to you couples,
Until I can look from the inside out!"
Written April 8, 2003
Revised January 10, 2004
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