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 Nov 2015 SJ
Torin
Gather my children
Said the man in a school
I know what is good
And I know how to live

The definitive difference
Between right and wrong
There is truth in war
And lies in a song

And there is injustice
That we can make right
and there is morality
Darkness and light

And I know what god wants
I know how the world should be
                 -well the wise man knows all of this
                 Is flim-flam philosophy
 Nov 2015 SJ
g clair
mysterious find
 Nov 2015 SJ
g clair
Not sure how it landed here,
I found it in my lot
and bending down to pick it up
amused at what I'd got

I looked a little closer
since I had a little time
It's a good thing that  I bothered  
for the thing inspired this rhyme.

Though you can't tell from poetry
if the writer knows your name
I could see by four lines in
the gender and it's aim.

The poem, it was well written
on a scrap and by his hand
just two lines in, I'm smitten
although four is my demand.

and this one was a couplet
seems he'd written it for fun
just four lines to tell his girl
she's got his heart undone.

as giddy as my thoughts can be
this struck me sad, my dear,
since poems that mean to say as much
are often less than clear.

The first two lines he scribbled down
were warming at the start
" I'd love to drive you home tonight
and fire up your heart."

The second two I do believe
had crumpled note in part,
"If I could have that honor, dear
I'll need some gas to cart."

I understood his poetry
weird rhymes can flow with ease
apparently his bottom line
was not a point to please.

Or maybe he had never passed
that note, and thrown it down
perhaps the wind had taken it
and blown it through the town

and just perhaps it ended up
this couplet, just for me
to understand how words can halt  
or fuel my love for thee.
 Nov 2015 SJ
JDG
Battle
 Nov 2015 SJ
JDG
After everything
I've overcome
you're the only war
I haven't won
It'll be death
before I'm done
hug me
beneath that sleepy moonlight
kiss me
under that smiling sunshine
111115-0010
daydream letter 3
please dance with me
under that starry night
or under the rain
111515-1823
daydream letter 4
I wasn't born yesterday
Just two days ago.
I want that chessboard love
Protect me from an army of demons trying to get to me
I want you to be what's left of me
But I'm not sure I'm the best King
You can't be a better Queen
I think you're from heaven
I can now count to eleven
Meet me at seven
We can be together until eleven
Doing whatever chessboard pieces do in their spare time.
I'm like a Doctor

I'll take your immense displeasure away

I have no certification but

I'm here to treat your needs

Even the naughty ones
Being Poor is keeping your mind as a child occupied with newspaper and cardboard
I never had to go through that as a child
How dare I complain about not having it good enough
How dare I
It's been harder than most, but a lot easier than many others
I can't afford to be mediocre*
*I can only afford to succeed
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