Stop!
Red!
Baby!
Blue!
So many hues!
Confused,
with palatable glee.
Vibrant yet dull shades;
compare and contrast.
Deep emotions revived in a thought.
Red!
Room!
Yellow!
Broom!
White!
Clouds!
Blue!
Sky!
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
I was really just sitting at a table and looked at my daughters gigantic box of crayons. I thought about how we relate colors to various things around us.
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The Creation of Birth!
Space!
Voided and replaced,
with the taste for life.
Thirsts quenched through creation;
Being human,
because God is within you.
Mankind is nothing like being a kind man;
ponder that one! They are opposites;
just like the moon and the sun,
but yet still related.
Time stamped and perforated,
gene’s become the name when isolated.
Transferred from one hand to another,
as if con?scated
and removed from thought.
To operate!
The door must be opened;
without warning!
Love is a patchwork of lace without the cording;
frayed,
stained,
one of a kind.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Just something that I wrote while being bored at work.
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Faded pictures of angelic faces immersed under light,
like water flooding the area of their being.
Tattered souls are portrayed through frayed edges and smudged prints
from analytical fingers on a pessimistic hand.
Scared with marks originating in distant lands;
plains of thought conscious to man.
Test my patients and I will send my doctors to operate.
Equipped with verbal blades and melodic sutures,
coated with healing vibes built for reconstructing the soul.
Placid thoughts of obscurity flow,
as vivid forms of reality;
stagnant,
pose.
Glamorous flashes of brilliance
pass to become apparitions on the mind.
Find the courage to stand for something,
but fall for nothing without questioning its course or purpose.
Search for your place with great commitment,
or forever long for it deep within your soul.
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Posted: Feb 2013
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Set my mind on ready;
Set!
Go to the controls that stacked the cards against me.
Free my soul!
I toss my body to the wind.
With arms flung wide and fears set aside for a cleansing of the hide.
Felt through centuries of struggle,
strife,
and shackles of a non-existent life.
My mind on ready;
Set!
Go to my side,
watch me pop-lockin my hair with no fear and with my shut eyes wide.
My soul set aside,
my mind is on ready.
Belly full with the matter of creation.
Body fueled by schizophrenic aspects,
sacrificed for survival.
Highways of thought,
stagnant in a cerebral intersection.
Mechanical minds well oiled for performance.
Inspiration is the green light to go!
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Posted: Feb 2013
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