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Michael W Noland
Poems
Apr 2013
I Stumble by
Gonna be
What i'm gonna be
Doesn't matter
How you sing it
I have to be
Fluid and free
It doesn't matter
Where the breeze
Takes it
They are gonna see
What they wanna see
It doesn't matter to me
They are gonna think
What they wanna think
With only half the story
It doesn't ******* matter
I'm gonna be big one day
Get stuck in a cave
And i'm gonna sing one day
Into your blades
A slave to the pain
We will float away in a daze
Of my ways straying
Through the stains
Of my disdain
And of my profanity
Happily
******* clad
For all to see
The worn scars
Of moonbeams
Puncturing my heart
With fresh starts
And of parts grown
Big enough to impart
Mourning
Oaring throw the dark
From broken homes
Of loneliness
And atonement
To your unknowing
Unto mine
Bigger
Blacker
Cloud of nine
Pull me closer
Track the mileage
See me through
Or see me out
Just shut
Your ******* mouth
hear it out
The wind
It blows
A cinder of thought
The grin
From whispers
Tickling to talk
The clock
It spins
In predictable sections
But the hand
It slows
In lesser lessons
Be a friend
Be an enemy
Just don't disrupt
The creative energy
Take me
Take me down the stream
Make me
Make me see again
But forgive me
Forgive me now
I will leave you there
Crying out
For crying out loud
From emptied stares
We can laugh
When its way back there
And nothings as barren
As it seems
Gonna be big one day
Gonna get stuck in a cave
Gonna sing to you one day
Sing to your blades
Gonna slave to your pain
And we
We will still be
Okay
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Michael W Noland
Seattle
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