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Jamison Bell
Poems
Aug 2020
I wish I owned a crossbow
If what matters to you, is the illusion; then let the illusion become what matters.
It’s not what they say or how they say it. It’s how you take it in.
If you’re wondering aloud “what’s it for”, that’s where you should begin.
A bear is a bear because you called it a bear, the bear itself don’t care.
It’s not aware that it’s called a bear, it’s simply not here or there.
Your existence is so improbable, in fact the chances are practically zero.
But here you are, the king of your dreams. Your very own ****** hero.
A photon can traverse the universe from billions of light years away.
Only to die in the blink of your eye at the end of another bad day.
If you assign a thought to someone and hold them to that standard.
It’s you, not them, that stepped right up and wrecked your delusion of grandeur.
I think it was Matthew at 6:14 who said forgive them for what they’ve done.
Those that would trespass against us, before gods dying son.
There’s nothing to prove that every creature doesn’t share in your same fears.
Will it die for reasons unknown or has it a few more years?
This wasn’t suppose to make sense, it’s simply some observations.
That’ve come into view under many a sky while searching for constellations.
Though I urge you to think about these in moments of conflict and strife.
Kindly remember that while we’re here, what matters is only life.
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Jamison Bell
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