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Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Sunbeams wash over me
As I climb up the ladder
And crawl, stumble, walk, run, walk, and crawl again
Life is short
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Hush up, I hear the howling wind
Wind down, and hear the clock ticking
Tick tock goes the great grandfather
Grandfather says "hush up"

Hush up because the three headed wolves are coming
Coming to steal your soul far away
Away to place no man should stay
Stay against the wall
Walls are our safety net
Nets are butterflies and fish
Fish swim up a river of sorrow and spray, "Hush up"

Hush up, the demons are here
Here to stay through the night
Night scares them inside too
Too many and they all echo, "Hush up"

"Hush up" dies down the wind
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
A king cannot lead from sidelines
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Ice
I hate to start this with a question
but what was your childhood like?
Was it filled with imagination?
Or void of inspiration?
Could I write a book about it?

I just want to break some ice
with a spike of words
so this broken silence rings with music
of conversation

infinite points from the center
all facing each other
playing a game of cats and mice
i just wanted to break some ice
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Teacher, how can I learn patience
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Jam filled, crust wrapped, glazed top
Ian Robinson Feb 2019
Chaos and poverty, hand in hand
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