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Michael W Noland
Poems
Apr 2013
Soundly Silent
My planet is pregnant
My planet is pregnant
And soon, it will eat for two
It never happens to me
It never happens to me
but not too sure about you
The fire, it burns
The fire, it burns
And it doesn't care who
Here to succeed
Here to secede
To absolutely nothing
Just here to feed
Just here in the feed
Saluting an image of the sun
For you i bleed
Through you i bleed
Until nothing real is left
And if you dribble simply
Through the dimples
Of simplicity
The ripples
Impact the world
At capacity
And if you dare
To bare
The battlements
Of their glares
Just stare
Straight through them
And if you are to die
In compliance
To the night
Than you have
Chosen wisely
As knighted
And You can hail the sun
Or you can hail the son
You can dream a little dream
You could be the one
You could be just one
Of many
You could **** for fun
You can **** the fun
Out of me
Just make the earth your *****
Just make the earth *****
To shake and spin us free
Just let us the bomb the rich
Just getting bombed by the rich
Blow up some buildings
Just tools in a ditch
Just fools in a hitch
Slowly dying
And from the ashes born
The masses with their scorn
As the dead walk in the lorn
Of the flock
Warned of the stalk
Bred in the knots of laws
And from the fires rise
The desires and the lies
Of flies caught in the web
Surprised by the gems
Of the steps
Toward the lights
If all is to be
A batter
Of our dreams
Than better me
In the flames
Of naivety
You can always see
But you cant always see
Everything
You can always be
But you cant always be
Anything
You can always speak
You can only speak
Of what you see
Singing
Feeling
Seeing
Talking
Tingling
Thinking
Like me
Just like me
You're just like me
Fading
Erasing
Then recreating
The eyes
To see
The cries
To see
The smears
To feel
All the mes of the world
All the mes of the worlds
All the mes of mine
All the mines are mimes
All the mimes are shining
All of mine are shining
From the world
From the whirl
Of woe
From a world of war
From a world
We don't know anymore
Caste in horror
Upon a ******
Breast
A deplorable
Harvest
Of the best
Intentions
Left
Unsaid
We are here
We are there
We are everywhere
But where
We should be
Beware
Its the heart beating
In the breathing
Thinking
That the whispering
Is hissing
Go there
But im still aware
Of the glaring
Statements
Of vacant mass
Out lasting
The past
In static
Spaceships
Of mind-frames
And perspectives
Ive elected
To turn off
Scoffing
In the loss
Of words
Blurring
In the thirst
Of the worse
Id be cursed to know
But the first to know
That the dam broke
And the flow
Drown
The voices out
Until
The fire
Is out
Just hurry
Get the **** out
Just go
Just go
Just
Go
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Michael W Noland
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