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She makes me upset
On the upside she makes me obsessed
To the point of no breath
I would fluff the clouds to comfort her rest
conjure her air to fill her chest
stop the sun to watch its set
I would shift the stars to spell her name
tame the skies to stop the rains
I would make her life the best of days
To catch a fish in a stream of scotch
you cannot use a sharpened spear
For the fish are swift and colorless
they can sense when danger's near
A patient hand and a fearless gut
will be your closest friends
For the fish a clever and full of tricks
they feign in shallow ends
On the rocks beneath the ice
the fish will dwell and hide
So to catch a fish in a stream of scotch
you must drink the current dry
In this palace of printed pages
I catch trains and paint vivid rains
I get lost in paper-thin caves
and soar with papercranes
I flow through wisdoms veins
peering through the minds eye
I flip and pause and flip again
I love This Paper Place
CONTEST WINNER
Edmonton Transit:
The Poetry Route 2013
Merry Mary married me
She swept me off my feet
We flew for years accross the blue N
shared in sinful sweets
Merry Mary messed with me
She made me skip a beat
Off and On we wandered on
in misleading missery
This year I will not waist
No more expressionless face
This season Ill embrace it all
From the heat to the sunshine
To the bond fires at night time
To the new people I meet and greet
To the new path I put my feet
This Summer I am "FREE"
To have fun being "ME"
Today, I noticed the people passing. Like a flip book display of everyday life. I was paralized by "Awe", as she passed me. A one in seven billion smile, she drug my attention. That moment which had seemed to last forever, ended. As I walked into a light post.
Stupid ME!
A man of music
chose life by the guitar.
Fixed to the drink,
he chose time in the biz-arre.
Fourty six years
without fear, he cheers'd.
He down'd his last bottle
of angels tears.
He hung up his hat
and he counted to seven.
Now the Man of Music
sings his songs in The Heavens.
R.I.P.
RWS (DAD)
Ill shelter your thoughts
from sorries, lies, n blame
Ill secure your life
from rats, brats, n lames
Ill screen your input
from clever mundanes N
Ill shield your crown
from sun rays n rain
Ill sway your soul
from hate, pain, n evil
Ill strengthen your heart
with love, lust, n real
Ill shade your laugh
from doubt, hurt, n silence
Ill save our love
with my attention divided
I have a mind
it is one in seven billion
I have a body
unique with multiple abilities
I have a purpose
or so I am told to believe
I have set goals
some really hard to achieve
I have seen happiness and the lavishness of money
I have seen hardship and the emptiness of a day, darkened, not Sunny.
I have tasted silver while craving to taste more gold
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A thrill I seek
A deadly peak
A lighted place
to guide my feet
A potent high
A special vybe
A faith to love
To learn the Why
A certain interest
A hind-sight invest
A reachable goal
To grant me "SUCCESS"
