Ian Be Poet Free verse

6 Jan 2011

watching snow fall in the city
i think about the soldiers
  that fought in world war two
         dying every day.
i think about the homeless
   and where they might find warmth.
i think about death, slowly
                 with calculation.
i think about greed, insulated excess.
           about subliminal messages.
                 a wave of soaking paranoia.
                 anxious.
                 fear.
                            unnecessary.
i think jazz piano fingers speak
             with dynamic voice of god.
         jack kerouac was right
             to believe what he saw.
i think these stories are all true.
i think about listening closely.
                  can you hear it?
     raging silent.
                silence.
                science.
                vibrant.
                smiling.

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Poet Destroyer A March 23, 2016 at 4:27 AM Sounds comfy and warm... Enjoyed the poem Ian... Linda