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i saw a man
shot in a bar
while having a
shot in a bar
would he still be here
if he'd ordered a beer
instead of a shot in a bar?
 Mar 2015 Scot Powers
Dr Zik
One, Two, Three
One, Two, Three
One two three now turn of four
Learn more, learn more, many more
Less, more, less, more, many more
Five and Six
Five and Six
Five, Six and look Seven, Eight
Come in time and don’t be late
Work hard, work hard it's the fate
Nine and Ten
Nine and Ten
Nine, Ten and Nine, Ten, Nine, Ten
Say the counting one to Ten
Eat your daily egg of hen
Two, Four, Six
Two, Four, Six
Two, Four, Six and Six, Eight, Ten
Check your books and pencil, pen
Ten, Ten, Ten and Ten, Ten, Ten
Ten, Nine, Eight
Ten, Nine, Eight
Ten, Nine, Eight and Seven, Six
Five, Four, Two, First One is Fix
Birds are chirping, chirping chicks
One your Bag
One your Bag
One bag, many books and bun
Eat bun when you free my son
close your bag when work is done
One to Ten
Two to Ten
Ten, Ten, Ten and Ten, Ten, Ten
Dr ZIK Poetry...............A poem for children
 Mar 2015 Scot Powers
Michelle
Fear
 Mar 2015 Scot Powers
Michelle
All around me, I see endless fear.
Fear of heights, sure, fear of scuttling things
Fear of darkness, fear of bites
Fear of brightness, fear of fights.
This is the fear we can display
Because it’s little, simple, understandable.
But the fear I really fear
That we all let consume us
Is deeper,
Darker,
Cold.
It’s the fear of friendship, fear of love,
Fear of what’s ahead of us
But even more of what’s behind us
Fear to see what’s really beyond
The faces we all fake.
Fear of the unknowable
Fear of what we know
Fear of speaking out or up or for
Fear of conforming to something more
Fear to test the limits
Fear to taste the truth
Fear of what’s uncomfortable
Rather than the deception of comfort
Fear of what to do
Fear of striving for perfection
When perfection’s so unattainable.
Fear of to leave what has been known
Fear of what has been done
Fear to see past fabrication,
Fear to show the truth.
I’m talking fear of emotion
Or fear of not feeling enough
Fear of silence, but worse,
The fear of candid words.
Fear to look someone in the eye
And say, “I know you,
And I care for you.”
Fear to let someone see the darkness that comes with your light
Fear of rebelling though it’s time someone did
Fear of doing what you want and know
Because of what someone told you you should
Fear of being who you are
Because every day everyone is telling you
What to do and who to be
And what is acceptable
And what is not.
I’m talking fear of having an opinion
Because someone will shoot it down
Fear of defense or service or selflessness
Because someone won’t approve.
Fear to accept because of fear of acceptance
Fear to truly love someone
Because it’s risky,
And you never know
What someone else really feels.
I cry for the fear of
Every person who can’t be
Who they are and who can’t
Let people see them in their entirety
Because after all everyone urges
And persuades and demands and values
And idolizes and expects,
You don’t even know yourself,
Because you've been too busy
With trying to be so many different
“Someone Else"s.

I ache for this relentless fear.
I mourn the stagnancy of the condition
Of the human soul who is so afraid
To let go of fear
And BE somebody,
To do something or say something, or simply believe,
That the only thing they truly trust
Is the familiarity
Of fear itself.
That’s why fear is frightening
That’s why we should be afraid of fear
Because it stops us, cages us,
Bars us behind the façade we display
And muffles the words of our heart.

I see these things and wonder
Why can’t they change?
Why can’t this need to fear be erased
From the human condition?
And I realize it’s because everyone
Is afraid.

And I’m so afraid too.
Hello. I'm back again! This was a poem I did for a poetry slam contest at my school. It's intentionally rough and raw. It does little justice to the art of slam poetry, but spoken the way I did, it was sure relieving to get it off my chest. :)
war
Ten thousand will die tonight
As they argue who is right
Endlessly, they **** and fight
Losing touch, and losing sight

"Farewell, my friend" I must say
As another loved one ships away
To fight a fight that has no sway
A pointless battle of sick decay

Two dead soldiers drop in dirt
Bullet holes all through their shirts
All are fighting, most are hurt
Nothing helps this, nothing works
 Mar 2015 Scot Powers
r l
almost
 Mar 2015 Scot Powers
r l
it's almost been a year

almost a year since I left my friends, my family, everything
almost a year since the first time I saw my dad cry
(it was when he dropped me off and said goodbye. I stood there cold like marble and didn't say a word)
almost a year since i stopped going to the gym, drinking gross things and supplements to try and rid myself of guilt, hiding everything, and so many other things to try and make myself less and less and less until I disappeared
almost a year since my life became an open book and i was no longer the main author

it's been almost a year since everything and from it I've barely gained anything except almost twice my age in pounds and some friendships that didn't last
ok super personal but this is a personal account sooooooooo **** it
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