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I wish that I could read them all
from that I fall
the mountain climb
there is no time
How satisfying to belong
we're growing strong
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7/30/2018 - Poetry form: Minute Poem - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Civilized life is rigged, O land-dwellers!
With landmines hidden
in trails of Society's doctrine.
'Too often is it stepped on,
Too often does it explode.'
Blowing constitutions to smithereens.
Where you then rummage within your nucleus
to piece together your scattered jigsaw,
Misplacing your natural elements,
Overcasting your ability to side with beauteous aspects in simplicity—
Of those ethereal-resplendent butterflies.
Disillusioned on land thus is you(the complex you).
Rise above your materialistic graves—
Walk on air!
My kindred wisps
Walk on air!
I was in a crossroad for so long and that wasn't easy
But things come like the moon that lights a night's so blurry
If I didn't care enough, if this heart didn't think of you
I might not be here to listen, I might not see the view
If I just want to escape and avoid the coming storm
I might not share my coat to keep you safe and warm
If I just want to fly away and forget the nest we've built
I might not have concern inside, it's so easy to jilt
If I just want to see myself in mirror with this smile
I might had walked away, as far as thousand miles
If I am just a person with no heart to love and care
I might just turn my back, leaving you in despair
But see, I am here, never left you all alone
I made it sure you're strong enough to stand on your own
Didn't you feel the care from me I was showing after all?
Didn't you see I'm losing now my strength, now I am starting to fall?
I have collected all my strengths and used most just for you
The remaining flicker of hope, can you even give me, too?
Let me spread my wings, let me nurture, let me grow
Don't confine me in this cage where I won't shine and glow
For her...I know she can stand on her own when I leave.
— The End —