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Gregory L Sep 2010
Two run
With blades

Through green
Dark haze

Blue moons
Lights blaze

Red stains
One stays
Gregory L Sep 2010
If symmetry is formed
from disaster

If life is always
ever after

Then why
Dear friend
do you worry still

Why, my friend
have you not had
your fill

Of pain, of stress
of the worlds dismay
All set up
so your mind won't rest

I tell you friend
you need not despair
For life is greater
without fear
Gregory L Sep 2010
Excommunicated
Only to be exonerated
on this road less traveled

All this knowledge
for what?
No one finds it to be important anyhow
No one cares to know

Where are all the conversationalists
Where has the brilliance gone?
Gregory L Sep 2010
Follow the birds flight
home

Only to visit,
only for a bite

They haven't a care for the past.
I can learn from them

Two days across the mountains
A night with endangered peace

We didn't sleep much at all
for all the right reasons

You said we should stay here forever
Away from the world

With the Albatross
Our awfully messy new neighbor's

That's the old, I say
We stopped running months ago

She reminds me of the best part of the memory
The dinner, the dance
on shores you'll never see

These birds know the lands
They've kindly mapped it out for me

We go by sail boat, by dying moon light
and I remind myself,

Have the reader re-examine my palm again.
For I feel to soon a feeling of love

I've done it to myself this time.

Life is living
Gregory L Mar 2010
My heart has shattered
inside my ribs

I am no healer
and can only endure
Yet the pieces sink through
into my lungs,
expunging all my breath

With each exhale I shed
pain I don't care for anymore
Trying to transpose
the last thoughts of a person
I can't live without

Externally my shield holds
against an artificial cities life
I keep my distance from
Yet inside my chest
I cannot defend against
this displacement
A destination I transfix
into eternal memory

So many battles
and this, is how I am brought down
love,heart,life,memory
Gregory L Mar 2010
A change of hands
in my western deals
Forcing together
this fresh cut steel.

A war we wage
on sun burnt fronts
Didactically distracting
from far off hunts.
west,war,sun,hunt
Gregory L Mar 2010
Little tells
Justify large tales

Oh, sister dear
We couldn't go east
For I was being hunted
Even at that very moment
In our mothers presence

Sorry if you were upset.
Unsure of how to explain
You know she worries so much for us
east,hunted,mother
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