Short Foreword Poems

Frightened by what I have written,
Still I move forward past my foreword....

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I feel the spiders touch of silken shirt on skin
Hear the hidden thoughts in words unspoke
I see beyond these eyes
And smell the past, present and foreword
as it lies prone at my feet
just the taste of me
Don't play 
never lose
Laughing from last place...

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As our lives past by every day we continuously look foreword to imagine what life will be like when were older till the point of death we still look foreword to see our after life in the ground where no one can see us anymore now were just a good long memory in our loved ones minds...

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Living being, tell me,
What do you do? When fate comes,
With tail in the air; head foreword,
Then picks your neighbor
The classmate; workmate
Up to heights they go.
And now, left low; but capable
You do not qualify to go
Because fate full of fetish
Has made its choice;
What do you do?...

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My lives been meek and scary.I look back and it gets real hairy. I look foreword and 
it gets grey with some white.My friends are beside me following my steps, I don't 
know where to lead lives got me best. I got on my knees and cried out to God."oh 
God help my path is blocked".I got back up and every things white,my path is 
straight and my friends follow to join the fight....

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i ask you random questions out of the blue because i want to know you. 
everything about you.
every piece that makes up your beautiful self. 
why do your eyes light up when you see sunflowers?
what do you look foreword to?
why do you look at me when someone makes a joke? 
why are stars so important to you?
what makes your day?
who makes you the happiest?
because then when i know these things 
maybe i’ll be your answer to my last question....

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My spirit released
	set free to fly
seeking in wonder
	what I do not know

so long ago
	so far from I
when for time
	they went down to the sea

bending the back
	a smooth strong pull
and gathering breath
	 in a foreword lean
	
beneath open sky
	among the waves
for how many days
	how many weeks

I strongly pull
	another stroke
and I wonder
	about them

what did they think
	upon the sea
as they did row
	someone like me

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