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Dreams
The man who owned this room’s departed,
All is still,
Precisely as he left it
Untouched, immaculately clean
Mounted animals,
Bears, moose, all of different sort.
My attention wanders to
His picture perfect paintings,
Maps and such
of all around.
Upon the mantel
Two pictures sit.
Both similar,
Both of his wife.
First one just her face is there
Second one blood cometh from a tear
He did catch his picture perfect prey
Then killed her on their,
Wedding day
There she sits on the mantel
A trophy worth disappearing for.
Too much
“The future, the world depends on them!”
“We must treat them right!”
“Next generation of leaders!”
“Watch what you do!”
you must watch the pressures too
you must treat the children
like children
To the Stream
“Where did you go?”
I went to the stream.
“Why did you go to the stream?”
To remember one lone dream.
“What was this dream?”
That life is a mystery
Not just to you but to me.
Where?
“I did not see you
where did you sit?”
“next to you
next to me
next to words
of poetry”
No Life to Live when you’re Alive
“I want to live
I want to die
I want to float
I want to fly
Above the clouds
Into the rain
To see it all
To feel the pain
I want to come into the room.”
Said the child as he was mutilated in the whom.
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