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Brio Tracks
"Brio Tracks" was inspired by the many hours and days I would spend on my living room floor playing with my Brio trains. It was one of the first times I could create my...
Little trains that go Were the Brio lines Connected one by one they climb Until the loop has broken passage Across the bridge and through prairies Trains grew stronger Magnets pieced into one Claiming...
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Electronic Dope
This poem was inspired by my observations of humans needing to "zone out" and remove ourselves from the world using the internet or our phone, and it reminded me of how people reach out...
Electronic dope Is the screen of desire Flashing sound, pulsing images all serene in the 30 seconds It takes a window to load Repetition in the numbering defeat Of what no longer can be unkempt
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Love 2
They are words
that are easily said
they are words
that can easily flow
to a lonelyness
that needs to know
they are words
that are mostly hollow
that lonelyness
blindly follows
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Art 2
It is the art within
your soul
that defines
your state of mind
when you aquire
the art
of an open mind
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List
Is your list unwritten
on the things you said
you would do
covered in dust and doubt
in your closet
of intent
where reason explains
to your paranoid ways
that the written word
when spoken
will lend
your courage
strength
30
Roses Do Not Lie
The beauty of LoveViolets are blue Beautiful and true Like the song in your heart The rhythm of its beat The sweetest I ever heard I'm addicted to their tune When you lie next to me And mine...
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Me an old house
old buildings being razed to the ground before my house made me write this poem
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Me, an old house
demolitioners descend upon me with chisel...
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Abomination
Truth
cannot be destoryed
only hidden
behind currupted doors
forced into a twisted corner
batterd and beaten
left hanging in chains
and there
it still remains
hidden
by denials wish
that this
skeletal abomination
of truth
should never be allowed
to speak
to those who seek
the reasons why
we
our children
have been...
72
Like a child
You assume
there are no gaps
in your thinking
you believe
you have a continues line
but when you are pushed
on your commonsense thinking
you break down
and scream
like a child
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