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    The following words are my own. I wrote these poems by myself for my pleasure. If you wish to dupilcate or distribute my poems please feel free to do so. The only condition is that you make sure that you attibute authorage to Hawke Robinson. Thank you.

  • Moondance

    Dancing in the night of a new day.
    The moon shines down on a makeshift stage.
    Little thespians wander about
    wearing the masks of old.
    Hamlet, Cleopatra, and Dracula
    all gather for the show.
    Each laughs in turn as the small rising stars
    play each part to its enthusiastic end.
    They know the plays are poorly acted.
    They don't know all the lines but they don't care.
    It's all real for a while.
    The playwrites and characters are there on that platform
    watching each other and playing their parts
    as the little thespians sing along
    to the music screaming within.
    As the night wears on so do the faces
    and the voices of those little thespians.
    When the moon goes down each returns
    to the place he came from,
    only to rise again at the next dark and return.
    Return again to that makeshift stage where
    the moon shines down on those little thespians
    Dacning in the night.


    Life

    Within the depths of my mind,
    I cry.
    Within the silence of my heart,
    I hear.

    In the darkness and the fear
    of the known bu unstated,
    there is the infinite knowledge
    of the self.

    When combined with the eternal peace
    that is love,
    there will always be the
    ulitmate and true wisdom.


    A Circle of Life


    Lifeless end.
    Endless thought.
    Thoughtless word.
    Wordless love.
    Loveless joy.
    Joyless hope
    Hopeless dreams
    Dreamless Life


    Madness

    Making your heart
    And mind
    Disintegrate until
    Nothingness and
    Emptiness are your
    Soul's
    Shadow


    In the Mountain's Eye

    High up beyond the clouds,
    the white tipped earth roams.
    Standing watch over all that
    shelters in its cool wake.
    Dripping and rising, running and falling
    over the sea of ivory foam.
    Nothing can stop this ominous statue
    of solid heat and turmoil.
    Millions of years have created and
    millions of years will destroy.
    But all shall remember the ferosity with
    which this quiet monster guards its people.




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