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Shawn Silverside Poem
Its been a while,
Since iv'e smiled
You remind me of her.
That sounds bad,
But don't be mad
Because your heart is more pure.
Its hard to love
the push and shove
and how it gets so much harder
but seeing your face
and sharing your space,
makes me feel like it started.
This is different,
I feel strange. It's like my psyche has shifted.
Like an ape, all of the sudden becoming mathematically gifted.
My brain cells light up like charged tesla coils
My heart is aflame , and my blood starts to boil
But why? for who?
It's not her. It's for you.
No i can't explain it.
And i WONT detain it.
No rationalizations.
No words to describe it.
I love, therefore i am
Copyright © Shawn Silverside | Year Posted 2016
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Shawn Silverside Poem
there once was a man who was mad
yet none of his actions were bad
from his house they would take
him to burn at the stake
and sadly enough he was glad.
Copyright © Shawn Silverside | Year Posted 2016
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Shawn Silverside Poem
Life's too short to be so long,
Us too weak to be so strong.
The earth, too right to be so wrong;
This, my qualm, will break the dawn
Beneath the furnace lies a chill
Where bodies weaken, minds grow ill
Another place where all is still
Yet just a bottle filled with pills.
One for happy, one for sad
One for anxious, one for mad
An herb to light to make me eat;
A pill to take for wake and sleep.
The bottle empties rather quick,
And soon enough i feel how sick
That I've become, and all along
This bottle comes to be the qualm.
But i won't die before i wake.
My lord, i pray, my soul can take
Anything that comes along;
I'll be fine, no nothings wrong.
Not until the dusk turns dawn.
Not until my rights turn wrong.
Until revealed the weak from strong,
I never knew it'd take this long.
This, my qualm, i sing along
Inside my head from dusk till' dawn.
Copyright © Shawn Silverside | Year Posted 2016
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Shawn Silverside Poem
I am the master
of planting time bombs in minds
so please, be kind, rewind
to uncover the disaster
the one plastered
across the face of every rabbi, sheik, marabout and pastor
who's teachings form vines
that when intertwined,
become the only limiting factors
i need not remind that signs
we see , daily are only coming faster
exige
its tragic, you see
this "idiocracy"
politics overseas
meaningless intervening's
but please.
open your eyes
open your minds
listen
and truly perceive what your minds have been missing.
Copyright © Shawn Silverside | Year Posted 2016
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