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Poem page 1 by Ken McGuire
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�������������� Incense
Swirling cloud of contentment
Oh Dreams of possibility of was is can be
lingering wandering� notions
become and inspirational toque
See there out there canvas me.
Mixing palette of transpire...
forth coming frolic of flirting stare
what is was is, foresee.
I am inspiration be.
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King Am I
This crown upon my brow, doth it protect?
A mental image, a picture to project?
This crease upon my brow is but a symbol of the burden I wear.
I am King!
This seat I have is to be called a throne!
When I in my cloak am beneath, it is now I� am� a place for humanities wreath.
I am me put assunder, I am King, not to blunder, er I become a friend I bequeath. |
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Oh Pale Moon... look at me.
My face like yours... up all night... pulled by a force unaware... ah pale canvas light. |
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Winter
A ghost in winter, hidden summer shadowing.
Steadfast anchoring will.
A golden reminder and a drop of dry-est flow, disappearing... go.
Oh thee of wintertime time to be unbounded by this splinter of cold breaking its bow.
in time the rest nourished limb brings fourth what was not lost but begun again.
This time of still, begat not end, faithful roots anchoring, hold tight to cherished friend. |
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Forever Awakening
Im just tired of the forever awakening.
It seems like such a long time since I was asleep.
It seems like being totally awake is such a long ways away!
forever awaking and hitting the wall
moving forward and standing tall has worn me out and now I cannot move at all
In a stall!
Stuck...
angry at myself for getting tired
Too tired to be angry...
Getting old, final fold... final fold...
I dont know how to be... i dont know how to feel
I just know how to live.... so stop botherin me. | |
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