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Patrick Leduc Sep 2014
I wrote about you
leaving me(.)
alone. The other day
I wanted to say that
“I love you”
but I forgot halfway through
if I did or not.

When I think about
what we really are
humans, two white humans
man and woman
brown and yellow
hazel and sapphire
how are we so different?
We both are creatures made of paper
bound together with ropes of letters against a rock
awaiting the whale.

But
if you were the same as me, you'd have scars in the same places as me
along your neck, your left leg
your heart. You would remember
the trees along the train tracks
the overpass
how the wind and the gravel and the dark wrapped around you and you forgot to let go of the gate

love is a four letter word that fits into a five letter (heart) one
heart is a five letter word that fits into a three letter (you) one
you is a three letter word that fits into a two letter (me) one
“I love
-”
Patrick Leduc Oct 2013
It
What is "it"?
is "it" a noun, verb, adjective
an unstoppable force, an immovable object
is it tangible can i hold it in my hand against my cheek?
Can i sip it through a red and white straw in a smudged glass?
does it hurt when it misses your mitt but doesn't miss your chest
does it crawl into bed after you've said your prayers?
is it **** is it fun can you still smile after you see it
or is it frown city
does more of it make you smile
or only cry less
Is it a concept that you pay to have explained graphed, charted, read?

little by little it tuns to
that.
Patrick Leduc Nov 2011
Rohje
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Talon crowl Love
raven
Shark Smile
Why isn't love= Height!
Distance determines relationshipadvice
advertising
vice
tight situation
If I were to disappear and no one noticed
It means I had never been in the first spot
Prize winner Strontium coloured
Live in two times present and FUTURE-future
Don't let love happen
Make it be lovely
Skin is just clothes for bones and muscles
Don't let people act, Make people are
If life is beautiful, it deserves a nice frame
Patrick Leduc Sep 2011
Wondrous
Flashing Light
beyond all powers
Beyond all stars
enormous
yet
Delicate
Ever present
in-

Eternal
Majestic
thinking
of you
washes away
every thought
every action
Nature, The Heavens
and the
Earth
collapse in
nothingness
next to
you

words are
Fickle
THEY mean
nothing
Living
to love
you
is the
only
Way to
live

-Finite
Patrick Leduc Sep 2011
Emeral seas
Ruby skies
Floating freely
upon the sea
A Ship, solid
wooden, Dragon faced
carrying untold beauties
upon its frame

Slithering mass
Strangling arms
Strength beyond
comprehension
No fury
No malice
Just BEING

A storm From
The east
rises
winds propel
And rocks
Sharpen
Waves crash
Lightening jolts
around the BLack
Horror

Nothing remains
save the broken planks
and the
golden crown of
one who was
Loyal
Patrick Leduc Sep 2011
The sky
Black with stars
Carries the weight of life
The sun watches from
Afar
Alone
Knowing that nothing
Can apporach for fear
Of being destroyed

A star falls to the ground
A bird flies into the sky
Trees reach with all their might towards the heavens
But move not an inch from where they stand

The fog moves in
Nothing can be seen
White covering, floating
Like snow above
The ground

Lone the bird watches
His life unfold
Through the eyes of
The moon
Afar
Alone
Silent
Alive
Patrick Leduc Mar 2011
Fluid contours
Surrounding the old tree outside
the window. Filled with
colours of a forgotten past
vivid, exuberant
Drifting into the bleak bitter present. Sepia toned and alone
a cloud floats by the rugged
shore of the shattered sky.
A Giant looks from his
home towards the blackness
below his taterred brick tower
wondering what has happened that
would leave him in such a
desperate land. No Fear in his heart
just an inescapable loneliness forcing its
way into every thought and memory
He has.

Melting windows and landscape
from millions of miles away drip,
down the ethereal skies and land
on His garden crushing the only
thing he cherished. Growing there
were his flowers and plants
medicinal in nature and cultivated
for the good of mankind. Irreplaceable
no way to regain what has been
lost he sighs and leaves for
eternal Slumber hoping to regain
composure and perhaps love from
his forgotten tribe.
The last of the giants has left us.
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