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PoETE Poet-Pete May 2015
Mind control is fun, and by far, more powerful than any gun......
I love having mind control and passion, and I enjoy reading all of these tremendous poems from everyone here it's my daily sometimes hourly, sometimes by the minute, and sometimes by the second, mental therapy. It's priceless and the only way to enjoy it is to have mind control to absorb
It.
Got Guanxi Mar 2016
I loved you before the alcohol,
Hourglass to the soul,
hour pass,
days maybe...
in between the formulation of golden nuggets in the mountains silver sands.
You held my hand and through velvet touch,
Electricity meander through my arms,
before the storm calm,
the start of a heart attack -
then the pack of house of cards collapsed.
In a deserts smile,
you flatlined through our favourite past times.
The pastures rich with buttercups
and dandelions like the last time.
When we walked over the train tracks harvest.
Last summer and last spring.
Somethings are everlasting,
and some pass like storm clouds without one droplet of rain,
in casting,
our love grew like tulips,
Yellow, red and blue,
bruises,
but soon come the rain,
our muses loses,
&
rendered useles;
I went away and
It's too soon to explain myself,
For that.
Back,
with cap in hand.
Lost in hearts melted by false starts,
and feathered cap,
Falsetto moods
sharp stilettos,
slap back.
I couldn't let go when the sun came through,
and a calming parting of the clouds where the rain came blue.
I thought I could live without you,
but I bottled it,
again.
Now I've nothing left to give,
but my gift to you.
sinking, sleeping in the land dunes
trying to understand you.
aldo kraas Sep 2023
Sudbury dreamer
He is not the only one in Sudbury
There are a few alike him in Sudbury
Sudbury dreamer
This morning, and everyday may we be reminded
Of the blessings we enjoy as a result of
Living in America
May we remember the price that has been paid
For that freedom
All through the years
Let us realize that this freedom is not guaranted
We can loose it someday
But for now Sudbury dreamer we must enjoy it
Of one of the things you make who gets that special piece?
Who gets the best and most cherrished?
I never meet anyone that has courage like you do
Besides you stand high
Because you are sitting in a high stone
Sudbury dreamer
You got to get right
And see it for yourself
You are living for God
And when you tell your
Story about God
It is so rewarding when I listen to it
It is wonderful to know that God has changed your life
And you are somebody new
I saw you looking in the mirror and adjusting your hair
Sudbury dreamer
You are not rich enough to buy your past
But lets not get into it
In the past you were immature
And today you are more mature
You know what life has to offer you
You are not a fool
You don't look to me like one
Sudbury dreamer
Tingly grip the quill
Puncture the wrist
Sign your name on the dotted line
Appease the devil's wish
Or stand up and fight
Pull out the fiery sword
Pick up the shield of life
Fend of the devil's hordes
The first path is simplest
Living with ease on earth
But the perpetuity after death
Is infinitely without myth
Sudbury dreamer
Waiting for you is like
Waiting for a rain in the drought, useles and disappointing
Because I want to spend sometime with you
But I can understand
We walk different paths
You always take the shortest path Sudbury dreamer
I always take the longest path Sudbury dreamer
Because I live further Sudbury dreamer
And you live near that bay
Sudbury dreamer
Each broken promise
The shattered dreams
Cascading down
In glistenning stream
Deep beneath the surface
An abundantly supply
A revoir of despair
Never to run dry
If only the Sudbury dreamer could clutch it
That outward shell
Fold it in on myself Sudbury dreamer
Like an imploding cell;
Hold my breath as I watch you Sudbury dreamer
My sorrows drown,
The weight of your sins Sudbury dreamer
Pulling me down
Sudbury dreamer found you
And he is searching for your hand
Sudbury dreamer
The constellation will change
Big dipper's handle
Will be pulled to the south
And orion lose his sword
Before the last pain is gone,
Says the stone
I
Am alloting my share
As the fountain glitering dust
Springs up and falls back into itself,
All the Sudbury dreamer's days come from somewhere inside me
Dole out in a bowl of stone
There is a calm light around old trees
They let the wind flow through there leaves
And the star pas high over their crowns
In majesty procession

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