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Restless wandering through the voidless night.
Time is spent watching my dreams go down.
The morning trifles the mirage of normalcy.
I sip coffee with chamomile crumbs floating at the top.
Herbs upon herbs, accidents and orphanages.
Out the window the high school sits cold and waiting for the not awake yet.
The busses rumble the emptines.
It doesn't scare the birds.
Needed more so you took what you wanted.
Dug yourself into a hole of greed.
Now we're stuck, slaves to money.
What ever happened to the land of the free?

What'd you do?
Thoughts wasting away.
Thanks to you,
We're slaves.
I once thought I knew you.
Guess I was wrong.
Life is full of surprises,
but I never thought.

That you'd be a disappointment,
I turned my back for just one moment.

Now you're gone, never coming back.
But I'm not alone,
Never alone.
Poetry is not a logic.
It doesn’t always make sense.
It may be written between two lines,
but it is not confined to the lines of your mind.

Poetry is not a world changer,
but it may change your life.
It is not a definition, it’s an art.
The meaning is left for you to decide.

Close your eyes,
if you look you will not see.
Listen to your heart
and follow the beat.

Writing it down just isn’t enough for me.
My words are filled with passion.
A feeling that can’t be seen.
Unless...
I open my mouth and scream.
Life might be like this forever.
It may never get any easier.
Painful memories bring tears to eyes.
I can't ******* sleep at night.

I can't handle myself,
I'm losing my mind.

I keep pushing forward,
I stand my ground.
I keep pushing forward,
I stand my ground.

Never looking back to my past.
I saw with my own eyes
the perfect portrayal
of beautiful indifference.

I saw it in the blue-green shades;
the swirling ocean waves;
bright stars in a dark, cool galaxy.

You held yourself,
back straight,
teeth white,
hair brushed,
and skin tan.

And I was bemused
with your wonderful perception.
Half your words whispered,
"Listen, I'm beautiful,"
but the other yelled softly
your impeccable intelligence.  

A true wonder;
a confusing marvel;
your blue-green eyes,
your sparkling smile,
and your wrathful blade,
sheathed behind a perfect portrayal
of beautiful indifference.
First draft.  Comments are appreciated.  

© Christopher Tolleson, April 3rd, 2012

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