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Timothy Leisman Poem
The Soul that's weighted down will float like concrete -
Erase these rocks from my feet.
I will not know defeat, even as Freedom freefalls,
Though, Time's burnt my bridges and words stand as walls.
To hatemonger's calls I will pay no heed
Expression, and Movement, my dynamic steed!
See, the creed that I claim was squandered unknown
In flood swells and blood-knells - their consequences shown.
The dove's flown a trail, means miles for me...
'Til concrete is cracked, 'til from words we live free.
Copyright © Timothy Leisman | Year Posted 2011
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Timothy Leisman Poem
her eyes widened as her soul rushed back in
i left the room
with no comprehension as to her doom.
the paper scratched back
as the pen scrawled with enough force
to leave a real mark this time.
or excuse me, the typewriter
keys play ticks and tocks in my ears over
and over. no one writes with pencil anymore.
what we have done surely limits
our understanding
(just throw yourself with me into the digital sea)
with no boat in sight we are lost in the tide
exactly how we should be:
with no comprehension as to her doom.
time to self destruct some more
Copyright © Timothy Leisman | Year Posted 2011
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Timothy Leisman Poem
On the darkest evening of the year,
Not a glimpse of music to my ear.
Not real music, that is.
Hollow sleigh bells salute; cue the drummer boys and girls running to barter my interest!
The rushed cacophony contrasts simple simplicity
That my mind wants to find on the department store shelves.
We toil on the highway -
Horns blaring tempers flaring,
Veering left and right screeching to avoid a fight.
So stress and struggle and don’t brake too hard, lest your caravan not make it in tonight.
But at home the fire is so delightful.
One last frightful block and lo! The front door beckons.
Melody seeps out on to the street
Oh, do not ask what is it – let us go and make our visit.
First, shelve your insight, shelf profound.
We don’t speak such solipsist’s sounds.
Violins resound; crescendo, drums roll!
Love’s language laid bare as the bell extols.
The darkest evening of the year
Lightened by music in my ear.
Copyright © Timothy Leisman | Year Posted 2011
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