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Ian Cairns Feb 2013
The sound of your voice
Approaches my vicinity vivaciously
And your common conundrum
Bangs into my cranium as bongos do
My ears and my mind may be neighbors
But they purposely put up white picket fences
My ears- although adept
Sometimes make a mess
My mind keeps a clean yard
And always takes out the trash
Ian Cairns Feb 2013
If we are
beauty and beast
which would
you be?
Ian Cairns Feb 2013
A little past three
Makes me believe
In these dreams

The ones where
The two of us
Reign supreme

It's just a little too late
For me to believe
In such things

*I need to sleep
Ian Cairns Jan 2013
They say
Every day
Passes by a thousand times
Like a movie fluidly stuck on rewind
Every day
A thousand hearts swell
And a thousand more need restored
Every day
A new life starts with innocence
Yet lives are lost
Every day
At war or at your local drug store
It occurred to me that
Every day
Everyone
Sees
Every day
The same
Don't you see?
That
Every day
You have the chance
To pass the time between sunrise and sunset
You have the chance
Every day
To spend time with someone you love or never met
Every day
People collide in times of trouble
Making struggle and strife offset
Every day
A phrase is framed
That can take your breathe away
Don't you see?
Every day
Is beauty undefined
By spoken word
Or open eyes
So take it in and realize

*Every day matters
Ian Cairns Jan 2013
Eloquence is irrelevant in times of relevance
For it is not the beauty of the words that sets precedence
Rather the idea behind them that shows brilliance
Any man can speak articulately without substance
There is no power behind such simulated statements
Those with complete control of their clarity claim valiance
So, go forth and form your feelings with eloquence absent
Ian Cairns Jan 2013
In between the lines you'll find

               you

a sign of things to come

               and

With power more divine

                me

than the stars aligned above
Ian Cairns Jan 2013
they say timing is everything
so I threw my watch in the trash
I'd much rather be a vagabond
making every second count
as opposed to a thief
counting every second down
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