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Anthony Parker Poem
Falling to the floor, hands touching your own filthy guilt
Too much attention is a lesson I learned, a building no longer Standing still
The weight of pressure and understanding is the scale I failed to balance, like the blinded part to my free will
Not greedy for money but communication
Is similar to a poor man eating half of a meal, and means to waste it
Might as well spark the flame and resume your mentality blazing
I usually don't pin-point other's mistakes but at times I'm illustrating
A photograph meant to be left alone as I still manage to recreate it
Accepting and moving on is the key I could not find
Envision me with this effort to keep trying
Painting an image of what I desire most
Hope for all and my conscience to stand tall, self-fighting
A battle zone in your mind dome
Too many feelings weakened, carry me home
My acts of annoying the boring people who don't want to talk
Seems to trigger me strongly, I continue on flossing
Make perfect out of nothing, read this message in white chalk
Every lie is bought and every dawn is another moment
It's about time I walk
Away...
Copyright © Anthony Parker | Year Posted 2018
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Anthony Parker Poem
I Stand Beside Him as if he never turned to ash
Andrew was a true friend
Car accident had your seat belt strapping
I grieve when thinking of you
Asking God if there is a special ticket to come see you
The belief that a connection never dies after your last gasping
Every opening I'm falling through, every crease
Traffic passing as if what happened was not tragic
I say please and thank you more often because of the sadness
Tears overlapping into the bucket, while pieces of window glass are shattered
I capture the memories that will forever be
A fellowship as a received gift, abundant like piling leaves
Even winter can't compare to the inner cold you breath
Shadow of His presence beside me
A friend who is a brother
A member who became family
Within the shadowy depths of delusion
To still picture a person not here, thus, inhibit misery
Physically you're numb but emotionally you're forever bruising
Copyright © Anthony Parker | Year Posted 2018
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