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Factory Recall I looked beyond The Open Door into a mystical Soul Factory There amidst the unboxed souls was Invisible Jim and The Ghost. The ghost’s skin was reflective like a mirror allowing me to see The Lines on my Face. The factory was an unusual place with floors carpeted in Dandelions At each station angels sang a Star Baby Lullaby I asked one “What are you doing?” She smiled and responded “I am installing a Patriotic Pause.” An overhead speaker blared “It is time for Designated Rain,” I was careful to protect the Butterfly in My Pocket. Workers started moving so I asked “Where are you going?” “We are Stepping into The Temple.” “May I ask Why?” “Sure, we are Searching For Jesus.” So I followed the Girl With The Quiet Voice. I was unsure How To Feel, so I began by Lending Both Hands. It helped in Finding My Way.. I was then joined by The Borrower. He Was the one Who I Am but Some Time we’re not Close Enough to Know. Perhaps I need some Kimo Therapy I was directed to Rose in The Garden. Her roots had Deep Inclinations. Would I Abandon all for This Dark Lover? She set me on my Memory Go Round. That place of Painted Ladies and Weeping There I searched for Guys Advice in a Fools Paradise Inside of me A Sense of Emptiness, still she would become my Favourite Mistake. She Touched The Water and my soul becoming My Ocean. Still I have Unanswered Questions Some might say a Bad Bargain Made. At the Soul Factory I left behind my Church Perfect Surface. In my Minds Eye the Screen Flickers. Change Ain’t Easy but now I’m Different. The breeze Whispered Your Name. While I was looking for Psychedelic Sound! No I know why I Can’t Get High Enough. Instead let me rest in a the place of Chaotic peaceful Thoughts. There I can sit under the Wisdom Tree and listen to The Quiet One. That garden where angels do the Butterfly Dance. I long to languish there in Rainbow Coloured Camouflage. By Richard Lamoureux I wrote this one for Charlie’s contest using my titles from past poems. I didn’t read the directions properly so wrote another one that I entered.

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Factory Recall

Factory Recall I looked beyond The Open Door into a mystical Soul Factory There amidst the unboxed souls was Invisible Jim and The Ghost. The ghost’s skin was reflective like a mirror allowing me to see The Lines on my Face. The factory was an unusual place with floors carpeted in Dandelions At each station angels sang a Star Baby Lullaby I asked one “What are you doing?” She smiled and responded “I am installing a Patriotic Pause.” An overhead speaker blared “It is time for Designated Rain,” I was careful to protect the Butterfly in My Pocket. Workers started moving so I asked “Where are you going?” “We are Stepping into The Temple.” “May I ask Why?” “Sure, we are Searching For Jesus.” So I followed the Girl With The Quiet Voice. I was unsure How To Feel, so I began by Lending Both Hands. It helped in Finding My Way.. I was then joined by The Borrower. He Was the one Who I Am but Some Time we’re not Close Enough to Know. Perhaps I need some Kimo Therapy I was directed to Rose in The Garden. Her roots had Deep Inclinations. Would I Abandon all for This Dark Lover? She set me on my Memory Go Round. That place of Painted Ladies and Weeping There I searched for Guys Advice in a Fools Paradise Inside of me A Sense of Emptiness, still she would become my Favourite Mistake. She Touched The Water and my soul becoming My Ocean. Still I have Unanswered Questions Some might say a Bad Bargain Made. At the Soul Factory I left behind my Church Perfect Surface. In my Minds Eye the Screen Flickers. Change Ain’t Easy but now I’m Different. The breeze Whispered Your Name. While I was looking for Psychedelic Sound! No I know why I Can’t Get High Enough. Instead let me rest in a the place of Chaotic peaceful Thoughts. There I can sit under the Wisdom Tree and listen to The Quiet One. That garden where angels do the Butterfly Dance. I long to languish there in Rainbow Coloured Camouflage. By Richard Lamoureux I wrote this one for Charlie’s contest using my titles from past poems. I didn’t read the directions properly so wrote another one that I entered.