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 Dec 2012 Matt Holt
Samuel
I'll make it real
         someday
 Dec 2012 Matt Holt
Jon Tobias
Not a poem. Just shameless self promotion of a short story.

http://normanshine.wordpress.com/2012/12/01/this-little-patch-of-earth/
 Nov 2012 Matt Holt
PoetWhoKnowIt
There's one small thing I wish               the infinite horizon that lies there
                                                   To see
 When you're standing here           there's nothing greater to contemplate
                                             With me
      To feel that brilliant abyss                       across splendid land and sea
                                                     Shining out
      As within those eyes I used                nothing more and simply grand
                                                        To know
Chief grandiose and simplicity                           those eyes I loved so
                                                          To know
  Beauty aqueous and of earth                are feelings of my heart's abyss
                                                  Shining out
Thoughts so constant- effortlessly            you stand close inadvertently  
                                                 ­      With me  
   Be the infinite horizon I want                    I wish too many small things
                                                          ­  To see
Tell me what ya think.
I don't usually like to dictate how to read my poetry... but: The middle words are the end of the line in front and the beginning of the second line. The right side is to be read middle+second after reading the first+middle.  If you read carefully... the words of the lines before the first "to see" and after the second are alike, along with before "with me" and after the second and so on.
Truth is the state of being in accordance with reality.
Reality is the state of things as they actually exist.
Exist is to be real whether in material or spiritual.

The breath of my life is on the edge,
for I cannot define the truth any longer.
The words hear like babble in my ears,
since I cannot determine their actual reality.
The solidity of my skin is eroding,
because I cannot answer on the behalf of existence.
 Nov 2012 Matt Holt
Megan Grace
my hands are tired from
having no purpose
so why don't you take
the load off and
slip your fingers through
mine
 Nov 2012 Matt Holt
Connor Allan
I liek dem chickens
I bought dem chickens
I lost dem chickens
Angels wept
 Nov 2012 Matt Holt
PoetWhoKnowIt
A **** killed 1000 Jews
A Marine ****** on a "koo-ran"
One man controlled by
                                fear
One man controlled by
                               hate

1000 Families
shed their tears

A nation
disrespected

So now I ask, If God is Good
Who gets diamonds and who gets pearls?

— The End —