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Today I looked out
choose the keepers swing;
to hear the telephone ring
get together music venture
look deep beneath the color grey
A Hallmark moment to read
to care for a flower in well need

Today I sit as in a pillar
make no mistake some call it fate
take career not to interfere
listen to the wind flow

carry me through the breeze
shattered upon the oceanic gem
look deep below the pillars swing;
sift right through the sand

when to understand
Eternity is a forever game
below the filter of a new horizon
Rose out from the radiance
*******

A poem should be palpable and mute
As globed fruit,

*******
As old medallions to the thumb,

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown-

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds,

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night entangled trees

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind-

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

A poem should be equal to :
Not true

Fore all ther history of grief
An empty doorway of grief

An empty doorway and a maple leaf
For love

The leaning grasses and two lights abover the sea-
A poem should not mean but be...
Viking Massacre

breath deep in shallow mesh...
getting drench right through the point,
wallow in the great divine
created for your design...see how we shine,
marked straight through the applause that binds
sequential rhyme still on time

there they came across an ocean that divides
slash the sail in its way
watery hole invades us all
purchased from the oceanic claim,

look to the oceanic claim
blood soaked rims across
one man dies so does another
frantic from the oceanic water

cannon blaze from the turning of the page
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Submitted by medes879 on Fri, 2019-10-25 18:29
Look at me through the eye of the storm
Some may curse the actual day they were born.,
Yet through the window of a new days dawn we can actually see a portrait of a dawn,
Each of us further can escape such a vibrant chance...

We can care for our elders and have respect for the man with the blue hat
Further, some look away as if someone in a trance,
put the dice on the table speak up as your able
It's out patriotic duty to salute the flag
find where the place of the father's gin
hope for their shelter grin
save it slime ball
lift up the hammer to be exposed
love has been fashionable
we drift back at a finder's keeper
in direct communication...

let it go of all sorted freeze
down through the ages
step into the groove
drag through their net
sorry that we have missed

through a marshal appearance
a good call for fresh laughter
live each day as if it was the last
cheer up my good friend
a reason to be concerned

the black dog was in heat
tripping over his masters leash
barren trip gain...
The wicked will soon to be perished
it some goods to be different

child of nature classic divine
More of what ?
See me scream
beyond the tree's
lay hold of all shame
to stay in the game

As that a fruit will between more of what ?
What are you being driven to see...
love was on the way
to love & behold
savor reach moment
Unto the most bitter end...
whispers...
through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear
filled with angelic fervor on it's textual base
yet we dig much deep then ever before

cries in the dark will light the spark of what we need to know
still we stand idle as the average novice introduces its spell
along again then the sadness evokes a newer feeling
dwindling through the vain extraction of the never world

we visually see a flash then a new day approaches
on the lawn two lovers having passionate ***
the screams of vile extreme explodes throughout
perhaps this is the place where Nero tread

yet again I sit alone in my house now huddled in the corner
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
the howls of Satanic laughter gives a piercing shriek through
a candle was lit by the edge of my bed

One can remain lax in the quietness of the moment
yet again the setting of the sun
a new day has begun as we embark on the moment
Does death hurt you the most or is it fear

You can equate logic through a firm grasp of the hand
whispers again...
then a faint cry,
we construct living pyramids to honor the dead

A stroke of luck an the impulse ensues
onto so much more but for what
are we grasping for straws what are we searching for?
quietness again this time I'm in the zone

as if zombie creatures with viscous long fangs that bite
dripping blood off side we run away to hide
no one questions anymore no one has a voice
alone one last time yet feelings of grandeur awake

to the message of hope that spills from the sky
a challenge to be free is a question of time
eyes with spots digging holes in a pool of blood
Satan laughing again spreads his wings

Suddenly I awake but to what?
whispers...
through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear
filled with angelic fervor on it's textual base
yet we dig much deep then ever before

cries in the dark will light the spark of what we need to know
still we stand idle as the average novice introduces its spell
along again then the sadness evokes a newer feeling
dwindling through the vain extraction of the never world

we visually see a flash then a new day approaches
on the lawn two lovers having passionate ***
the screams of vile extreme explodes throughout
perhaps this is the place where Nero tread

yet again I sit alone in my house now huddled in the corner
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
the howls of Satanic laughter gives a piercing shriek through
a candle was lit by the edge of my bed

One can remain lax in the quietness of the moment
yet again the setting of the sun
a new day has begun as we embark on the moment
Does death hurt you the most or is it fear

You can equate logic through a firm grasp of the hand
whispers again...
then a faint cry,
we construct living pyramids to honor the dead

A stroke of luck an the impulse ensues
onto so much more but for what
are we grasping for straws what are we searching for?
quietness again this time I'm in the zone

as if zombie creatures with viscous long fangs that bite
dripping blood off side we run away to hide
no one questions anymore no one has a voice
alone one last time yet feelings of grandeur awake

to the message of hope that spills from the sky
a challenge to be free is a question of time
eyes with spots digging holes in a pool of blood
Satan laughing again spreads his wings

Suddenly I awake but to what?
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