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Clifton Amox Poem
P.S.
Behind this pen there's a hand,
And behind that hand is a man,
body, heart, mind, and soul
Emotions come pouring out filling oceans up with feelings
Flooding these pages with running ink
I'd be lying if I said I didn't fear things,
But to know fear helps me discern between the unclear, the unknown, and what will remain unchanged
I'm feeling you, not literally but literately feeling you, though now as it has always been, distance is resistance.
However, resistance creates friction, friction causes heat, heat creates a flame, and with a little fuel, like written words on a piece of paper, the flame can start a fire and set someone's whole world ablaze.
Does that mean I'm burning for you?
Filled with unbridled desire?
Funny how the world of words works,
It's like a poetic ring of fire...
It burns, but the heat is a welcome break from the cold, thin ice that I usually skate upon.
I haven't smiled a smile this big in awhile though. I haven't been consumed by the idea of a sweet dream turned reality since the life that I created.
My father once said son,
The sun isn't the only light you'll find in life, light has more than one source. Of course I didn't understand back then, in fact when I think back his slurred words rarely ever made sense. But through the alcohol induced confusion I managed to find a conclusion, and that was to never be fooled by what I long for when presented in the form of illusions, so what I'm reading I must be seeing, and if I see it then it must be real. Right? Left.... With the question at hand. If your hand was the question, I'd hold it. Would that be a good enough answer?
Copyright © Clifton Amox | Year Posted 2015
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Clifton Amox Poem
Like the rain
it's been a long, long, time- I'm beginning
to forget what it feels like to feel the
sun shine- so much pain
every day it's the same thing
I've run out of tears before will the storm ever run out of rain?
I'm trying to replace all the things that I can't erase from my mind
cant yet but ive learned a lot over time,
the ups and the downs
how everything that gets high, and goes up,
sooner or later's gotta come down,
just look around, everybody's gone,
only the ground to break your fall now, that's 6 feet away from loosing it all
soundly? real or insane, you feel like hearing things,
it's gotta be your state of mind,
cause listen, nobody's calling you're name,
shame, she says that I've seen her talkin to angels.
hearin that was painful;
cause, all I saw, was her - talking to a wall,
she's lost it, I've lost her, and I'm exhausted,
distorted reality was her choice and this family's what it cost her
watch these tears fall
watch them, fall from my eyes...
just like the rain
like the rain
See...Ive been going thru some things and
I ain't smiled in awhile,
In dealing with the pain, I've pushed away those that care
Ive been standing in the rain so long,
Ive forgotten what the sun feels like, I long for the sunlight.
I can't complain when the rain is gone and I'm there alone, with own two feet I chose and traveled to here from home.
Oh, and a sinners' saint isn't always their savior-
sometimes compassion holds us back but it's a must because we care...
Listen.
I'll help to pull you through so long as you want the help,
cause yes, Ive been a mess before I went through it myself.
So when there's nobody left and your out there standing on your own,
I promise if you call I'll answer, or leave one at the tone.
And if I don't pick up the phone, it doesn't mean that I don't care,
Im pulling the weight of two...like you...and sometimes I don't hear it
But never fear I'm never too far away,
all you gotta do is say it - and baby, I'm on my way until the grave
watch these tears fall
watch them fall, from my eyes
like the rain,
like the rain.....
Copyright © Clifton Amox | Year Posted 2015
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Clifton Amox Poem
Dream with Me
The sunset swallows the horizon line.
Standing at the edge of what seems an endless sea.
Shadows recede and give way to a star-lit sky.
it's in the night I find what's in-between, what's real and what's a dream.
Perception varies, questions linger....
The answers span eternity
Burn with me, don't be afraid
Feel free to fly, no need to fear the fall.
Spread your wings and taste the skies......
Should you have wings where would you go?
I would cross oceans to be by your side.
So, I need to know....
Will you dream with me?
Would you?
If we were able to fly?
Would you fly with me?
To a symphony of wind and waves?
Soar into the setting sun,
Glide, guided by the moonlight;
Will you dream with me?
Would you?
If you could make your dreams come true?
Would you?
If they were my dreams too?
Would you...... Dream with me?
Hollow hearts are... somehow, drawn together.
Drown the notion that, two wrongs, dont make a right.
Despite the calmness of my oceans surface, a storm of emotion rages on inside.
Only time can mend your wounds and ease the pain.......
Remember scars that never fade are just reminders of the things that made you.
Take my hand and don't be afraid, and don't weep.
Together we can leap, and leave the ledge of lonely.
Copyright © Clifton Amox | Year Posted 2015
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Clifton Amox Poem
I stand outside the house I doused with gasoline, an empty can at the end of a trail where I stand; a pack of matches in hand
that house- hate it, love it, don't want what it was built for or holds anymore
Held on and left an open door,
but that was years before, when I still held hope for us.
Now, I kinda like the idea of nothing to return to..... for me or her, bid adieu, start a-new... there would be nothing to add to nothing and no one left..... and there's an empty spot to my right too
so where do I go from here? I don't know, and I don't care....
not sure if I'm seeing clear, but being here and free is exciting, igniting a flame deep inside of me, feeling as if life is inviting me, there's a fire that's driving me to taste all we're taught that we are not to taste.....forbidden fruit, hidden somewhere out there. I'm done here, and i do swear, that the wind will be my guide and never again will I be denied
I float on, taking notes on, the beauty I see, hoping to find that someone that can see the beauty in me
reality bites, and in the night a light flashes. right in that moment when I feel I've found her, I'm jerked from my dream to an alarm clock sounding
a few minutes more to explore and the night would have brought me to you.
but I wake up to nothing and no one left and there's still an empty spot to my right too
Copyright © Clifton Amox | Year Posted 2015
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