Song Moving On Poems

#13: Close One, & Cigars

To the accords of The Book of Life ... cheers,
loose ends of the created stoic string
crisscross a heedless sea of empty...

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There is a sold sign on the lawn,
In front of the house where I was born.

Our family home where roots run deep,
With connections to cherish,...

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I can not believe
that you thought you'd break me
Dear me what a fool 
you lost the best you'll ever have you see
You'll realise this one...

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Rid of You

You were an anchor tied to my feet
sinking me down into your dark sea.
You thought that I could not be complete
without you, but...

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Due to the extreme measures my 
identity thieves have taken in order 
to extort my American poetry from 

mafia wise guys to corruption to Jamaican...

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Does my head in the guillotine promptly paint me guilty?
My last meal, a full plate of your golden excuses 
But any attention means so much...

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By any river, all the waterfalls,
Every scene of life, we toast the stars.

we run and we sing, with passion in heart
Just like Kurt's guitar: broken...

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Over so many years

Sprang so many fears

Creating so many tears

And pain to surpass my peers

Growing an aching burn

For a desire to yearn

Which is overhead

Yet over...

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Out of place, and out of time
Weathered hands; a spark divine
Out of shadows, young sirens call
Stretching beyond a former withdrawal

A song plays loudly in my...

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I’m sorry, not only for me,
But for putting people through stress in excess
I’m sorry, please set me free,
Lord, I need some progress and less distress
Buried...

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Entering the door 
Mind like a child
Trusting and believing
Imagination wild

Blinded by seduction
Excitement takes hold
Willing to chance
On stories untold

Mornings became bright 
Happy days and nights
Just knowing...

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Love is the stream as it begins
As spring, pouring from hills’ side,
Floods in its pale path, winds under
Sharp-cut banks, love tells

In consonants its later song,...

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Today I was out side,                    ...

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In the village where I was born
There was always lots of trees.
Especially those in the church yard,
Gently swaying in the slightest breeze.
I suppose there must...

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