UNTITLED
By Paul. W.
The child peering
from behind the squinting eyes
that contradict
and protect.
Two halves of equally
empty personas
afraid of real depth
and honesty only
in practice,
but not in theory
Living behind cinder block
walls and solid oak doors
dreaming of a better
outside world that
you've never bothered
to take a look at fully.
Talk to me and we'll compare
scars or
something equally as
superficial
but don't doubt for a second
my intent to draw you out
of your tortoise shell
just because I can see you,
see through you,
and I know there's something there.
Copyright. Paul. W. 2001
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| DANDELION SEEDS
By Paul. W.
Happiness is a dandelion seed
Floating giddily through the trees
Ever darting around
Never falling down
Elusive and free as the breeze.
Happiness is the hope of all men
Their highest hope and highest love
They stalk and they spring,
They grab for that thing!
Yet they scare it higher above.
Dandelion seeds aren't easy to catch
It takes patience to get one to land.
Just stay right below
And move very slow
It will settle right into your hand
Copyright. Paul. W. 2001
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| SILENCE
By Paul. W.
As long as words aren't
used to describe this
it is sacred
something original
individual
that grew from us
from beyond us
from within.
Words define
outline
add shape and function
and contrast
texture
color
history
meaningless and arbitrary
because we know thru wordlessness
the plot our feet are planted
within.
Copyright. Paul. W. 2001
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