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Zac Sandri Apr 2013
The poet is a liar
All taunts and teachings aside
He'll fool you with the wording
That sounds so disconcerting
But happy he truly is inside

The poet is a lair
But you knew this from the start
Yet you see him here and there
And you always shed a tear
As if he's spoken from the heart

The poet is a lair
He'll pretend to be so cold
He'll convince you that he's lying
But really he is trying
To find the one who isn't sold
Zac Sandri Mar 2013
I told somebody that
My mind is all I have
No private place to go
Just thought that they should know
All the quiet and the looks
I can't have them be mistook
I see I saw I say
I think of what I may
But do not think I am blank
Or that I am afraid
I do not fear my own thoughts
It's yours that give me pause
Zac Sandri Mar 2013
Tell me something that
I don’t often hear
Words that make me smile
When whispered in my ear
For once I’ll wait upon it
Of the words I hold so dear

I’ve always been concerned
That I would die alone
Laying by myself
No one to hear my groan
And when the hour came
I would be left only as flesh and bone

So whisper what you will
And spill in me your heart
I want to hear those easy words
So my life again may start
That you’re less afraid of loving me
Than being torn apart
Zac Sandri Mar 2013
I'm sorry to be childish
But when you treat me like a child
I can't believe you expect
All the responsibility of an adult
But the obidence of a dog
Show where your trust lies
That you raised me right
Clearly you have doubt in that
Have you taught me nothing?
Have you learned nothing either?
I demand my answers now
I am no longer your fledgling child
So treat as an adult
Zac Sandri Mar 2013
I shouldn't say I always
Felt the way I did
I've never been quite happy
Though, I've never been too sad
The times and trails passed me
I watched the way I always had
Until you came right behind me
Stole my heart and took my hand

If anyone is lis'ning
'Neath the moon of which we lay
I hope they hear the singing
Of the dove she chased away
For peace my heart may never know
I'd rather love my darling Crow
And when she dies I'll say it so
Our love's too deep, we both must go
Zac Sandri Mar 2013
So tired and tried
Go on, go on
The vioce I'm denied
Shout on, shout on
The knowledge you lied
Talk on, talk on
On whom I've relied
Lean on, lean on
I'm afraid I've replied
Speak on, speak on
My journey revived
Go on, go on
Zac Sandri Feb 2013
The overwhelming pull and flow
The doubtful peace we may once know
Surf and wave that disrupts the sand
Never receding except on command

The foam that's left up on the beach
Something the breakers can't seem to reach
Pops and bursts all in due time
Not truly obstructive nor truly benign

The tides come and leave again and again
A cycle continued never with end
The beaches will change and water grow warm
But the tides, they will forever perform
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