It
A daily journey, around it goes
if it stops, nothing grows
fits locks with phantom keys
boils all the seven seas
Unblinking stare,
piercing glare,
Without mouth it eats the air
Seems charming, surly
but do not look, or all goes blurry
for even the slightest-shortest stare
will quickly end a fast-paced fare
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Creature
Short is the time till it reaches greatness
all start out small and faceless
but out of such things all must grow
it does not stop till its a crow
Found Poems
1
Dark has not seen the nightfall
sworn word may strengthen quaking heart
or break it
Good hearts
stuttering with the cold
keep a diary
a full account;
no laughter and no song
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2
Down the slope
After some miles
In front of them
trees melted away
The road wound
them
like a piece of string
The road goes on forever
he had spent his life
he had never seen a new horizon
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Mind’s endless weave
Misty clouds of thick-rich sound flow in rhythm past black shuttered sky,
each clasping on to strings of thought
and guiding them together into a tight weave full of loops and knots,
so not a strand is left to die
in mind’s endless weave
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Flame
Flames lick at the feet of many
flickering in delight at suck fantastic flavors…
branches,lawns,walls, floors.
tows too
Licking,
savoring,
devouring,
utterly consuming.
Flames, much like people,
leave the best for last
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Its life
Dust settles as it must,
air takes up a sower musk
til land yearns for life and flower,
but neither will come without shower
so blood rains from end of knife
but what can be said, life is life
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No Honor
The long hours spent
Oh lord I repent
for I have no honor
have not made a dollar
The lives I have spent
Oh lord I repent
for I have no honor
have drained men of color
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Go!
Move along sir
you feeble-mumbling cur
one has no place
so leave without a trace
here’s the door
go beg with the poor
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The ant goes on a-march’n
The ant goes on foot-by-foot,
The ant goes on a-march’n
If It be rain’n, or there be soot,
The ant goes on a-march’n
If it had lips, they’d be a-parching,
The ant goes on a-march’n