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Jessie Storm Feb 2015
I looked into the village well

and gazed deep into the past

to seek the wisdom of time to tell

me if our bond was meant to last.

A thousand lifetimes people dwell,

a thousand lifetimes people pass,

there were empires rose and fell

who sent their armies all en mass

and many men they sent to hell

their corpses turned from dirt to grass.

They ventured thought for such a spell

their dust to sand and sand to glass.


The grains of time so surely fell
around me as I sought wisdom to impart

into my knowledge, expanded vast
now, I came to understand the heart.

Through pain and woe this force, impel
generations to live and die

to search in vain, alas,
but for naught effort do they try

to find a state transcendent of a soul
but to end up hurt and sad.

Humans pay most any toll
to have an ounce of what we had

half a being made whole
your soul, solely, made me glad
Jessie Storm Feb 2015
winter
a dream
the season was a myth
baking away in never ending sunshine
I so longed for the cold
fresh snow
winter
a mind
I was a shadow of
myself brooding in perpetual darkness
so I wasted away
my mind
winter
a warmth
I found my dream covered
in the glorious white luminescence of
fresh snow the air is
so cool
winter
a season
frigid days and dark nights
the pure white snow reflects only myself
and my dream is hollow
long forgot
winter
Jessie Storm Feb 2015
I have writer's block, which is an excuse for laziness.

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