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Ian Robinson Sep 23
Broken glass
Crunches under the feet
Of those lost to the sunset
Behind the corner store
Where it all went down
Something lost and nothing found
Waking up, remembering what’s right
To see what’s not left
And realizing what you are.

Pulled into the bubbling depths
Of what’s left of your soul
Clawing your way up
Ready to blow away all in sight,
All in reach.

Words drop bombs
Blowing away
Lying a foundation
Building in contrary to destroying
The walls grow higher.

What was said and repeating,
And saying it again, repeating
A fire storm of insults and pleas
Begging to keep it up

For no one wants to shoot the last breath.
Ian Robinson Sep 23
Something so well known, it shakes man’s soft core.
Duality of man makes us wonder,
If not but nothing has been done before

Though mysteries and superstitions roar
Life and death cause us all such a blunder,
Something so well known, it shakes man’s soft core.

As time moves in one circle, such a bore
I see duality go asunder
If not but nothing, has been done before

Like a philosopher I reach, I soar,
In search of something way over yonder
Something, so well known, it shakes man’s soft core

The duality of man is a war
One of unending battle and plunder.
If not but nothing has been done before

And now I slumber dreaming something more
Awoken by a clap of harsh thunder
Something so well known it shakes man’s soft core
If not but nothing has been done before
Same kinda poem as Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas
Ian Robinson Aug 17
Every dim-lit day,
There is a cracked window
That I pass on my way,
That emits a soft glow.

It's always in the corner of my eye
It's not my business though.
I'm sure you'd see the rain
In the season of the snow

As days to weeks,
And weeks to years,
As time makes me weak,
They begin to grow: fears

What could be inside,
That emits such a light?
I'd like to say it makes my eyes wide,
But that's simply not right

If I'd stop I would be late
To what is unknown,
And i don't wish to berate
Will I find a house of bones?

Something inviting
Something dreary
Something homely
Something weary

When lust for life is swelling
As my money collects with time
Soon that dwelling
Will be mine

Something inside senses change
And as if a slap to the face
The house begins something strange
It twists and contorts as if it isnt in the right place

The seething rage
Boils my blood
At the sight of this seeming cage
Walking by in my shoes stained in mud

Sometimes the light glows bright
Like a crackling fire in a cave,
Sometimes it isnt even in my sight
Right away at least. I still cant be brave

Enough to turn to look inside.
As I approach early in the night,
I see a "For Sale" sign and I stand, petrified,
Standing there, getting bumped, left and right

I finally have it,
Though I haven't looked in
And I can hardly sit
I have to find the room it is in

And sometime later, I give up
And realize I want more
Than what is in my cup.
I still feel poor

Yet I throw a party, something grand
Seven days too long
I sit in slump, hoping the band
Plays on

I sit alone but not in silence
I hear the light calling to me
As if to give me guidance
Reminding it all started from an apple tree

I follow it to a wall and smell
The scent of fire
And the sound of a bell
My dinner looks something dire

The wall it opened upon my return
It showed me something cursed
And so I let it burn.
I closed the door and it faded away at first

Then a few moments later, a fire burst
It blew away the wall like dust
As i ran from the house
Passerbys glanced at me with disgust

After fire crews diminished the flame
And the crackle of embers was all that's left
All that was left was the window frame.
While looking in, I watch the glow fade to death
Ian Robinson Jun 24
Whilst laying under the baroque
I spotted a looming oak,
One so out of place
It screamed out to my face,
It seemed surreal
Sitting there talking out
But somehow its goal was to conceal
Yet I couldn’t figure out what about,
Two dreary tears fell in my eyes
For the painting has cries
Cries of joy and fear,
Though using its tear
I saw a magical moving picture
It threw me to my knees
As if it wants this scripture;
For in a forest of trees
Lies both life
With strife
And death
To be without breath
Ian Robinson May 27
Sundaes at sunset
Made me realize just how much I
Flutter at the sight of your perfect brown eyes

Don't let them fade

Soft silky complexion
Stays healthy in your dying moments
Facing it daily

Please don't fade away

Something says to
Never let these days die

They say perfect people
Don't exist
And I know you're not
But to me you are
And just as I realized
That thing in my heart,
You told me
Something that made me lose my grip on reality
Ian Robinson May 5
It's been a while since we've met
Good ol' keyboard
I know I've been neglecting you
But I've missed you
Almost as much as I've missed myself
Sorry I've been gone... just missing something
Ian Robinson Apr 1
The only question is
The only question I have
Is "why?"
"Why am I"
"Why can't I"
"Why do I"
"Why should I"
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