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Best Poems Written by Steve Gezora

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Point of View

Point of view.


It is only a point of view...
To understand...
The world and life...

Most of us can only see...
One view...
Our own...

Yet the viewers mind...
The poetic mind...
Can see all...


I can see that you...
Are conflicted...
I know you...
Although, I do not express...
Myself in the ways you wish...
I know you...
And I understand...
For I am not your capturer...
We are equal...
On the same ground...
My trust in you...
Is as strong as my...
Understanding...


I see a beautiful woman...
That is in despair...
Her eyes give it away...
Somehow, I can see through her...
Her defenses...
Maybe she has none...
But I know she does...
Maybe if I just listen...
I can understand...
I can learn more...
Of this beauty...
At least I can be close...
For I am drawn to her...
Like fate...


Now it comes to me...
The mind of the poet...
The darkest mind...
Maybe, the truest...
What do I think...
What is behind the veil...

I see a beautiful woman...
As I always have...
I know her...
I understand her...
So I know her intentions...
And respect her decisions...
Even if they are different...
From my words...

Yes, she instinctively...
Can capture a man’s heart...
She can seemingly cast a spell...
Then use it...
For her advantage...
But that is only because...
We are weak...

She may lie...
She may deceive...
She may control...
To what she wishes...

But do we submit...
Or do we question her demands...
I say we question her...

For it is her decision...
Not of any one man...
She must choose...

Those left among the dust...
Will count our blessings.

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Purpose

I just waste away...
Finding myself...
A true purpose...

Because my heart...
Lies with others...
And not myself...

Yet I struggle...
To fulfill...
My desires...
For I want my own needs...
But I do not know...
What those are...
Aside from a vague view...
So I drift...
I am rouge...
With no purpose...
Only a glimpse...
Of what I really desire...

But maybe that is not true...
Either...
I am rouge now...
I am on my own...
And this is who I am...

I am me...
This is my life now...
I have lived many lives before...
And hopefully...
I will live many lives to come.

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Despite Logic

Despite all my poetic words...
Despite my logical reasonings...
I am human...
And I am frail...

I realize that...
I am no friend...
To you...

Although I have tried...
The emotional connection...
Has made it hard...
For I am not open...
To anyone...
But you...

So you see my true self...
For all its faults...
And hopefully know...
There is some good left...

And unfortunately...
I feel as if I am the asshole...
Because I know I am...
And I hide away...
And have done so before...
Because I am me...

I think for myself sometimes...
Before others...
Because I am so used to being alone...
And I forget...
That there are others...
Other people with lives...
And families...
And then I remember...
I have been alone too long...
I have forgotten important things...

Life is important...
Living...
Family...
But I do not...
Really feel that way...
I want more...

Maybe my own family...
Maybe an adventure...
I do not know...

And that vague ambition...
Is why I struggle...
I have no idea...
What I want...
Only dreams...
That fill my mind.

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Bored

I’m bored...
With each passing day...

My own challenges are too easy...
For I have already...
Achieved them...
Yet my dreams...
Remain allusive...

For I do not know...
What my dreams are...
But they are not this...

They are not just an escape...
They are not just a vision...
They are more...

Yet I am a simple man...
With allusions of grander things...
That I achieved is never enough...
For there is always something better...
But for now...
I know...
There is something missing...

There is a void...
And nothing logical...
So far...
Has filled it...

And it is probably love...
And that is true...
Then I will be searching forever...
For I am not looking for that...
For I am too logical...
And am searching for something...
A little more long term...
Yet I am willing to give...
My love away...
As I have done before.

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Gezora Manifesto

I am not a poet...
Of any style...

I am just myself...

I express my life...
In words...

And I share to the world...
What I want them to see...

The rest...
I disguise in art.

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I Am the Artist

To explain...
To those that read my words...

I write from my soul...
My true self...

Sometimes I can place myself...
Into the minds of others...
And express their thoughts...

I can feel empathy...
And express it in word...
The best I can...

Sometimes it will take me...
To a dark place...
And it will take time...
To recover...

And I will gain nothing from it...
But if I can share the word...
If I can help in any way...
I will express it...

I will transform random thoughts...
This confusion of life...
Into an expression of art...

I can say any message...
And bare my soul...
To the world...
And I can disguise it as art...

To blur the line between...
Reality and fiction...
From prose to poetry...
And I do this...

Because I am the artist.

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My Role

When I am on stage...
I perform...

Whatever role I play...
I perform...

If I am a lover...
I perform...

If I a am worker...
I perform...

If I am a friend...
I perform...

That is my role in life...
I perform...

I am there...
To play a role...
And nothing more...

I do not care...
Of my desires...
For they are fleeting...

I only care about the end...
The result...
Closure to my efforts...
And my sacrifice...
Was it worth it.

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Current Thought 001

When the music stops...
When the sound is silent...
My true self emerges...

A man of fear...
A man full of...
Ideas...
Dreams...

Many I take a chance at...
For if they are my own...
It is acceptable...
To fail...

But if it for others...
I feel pain...
And regret...

And those are the thoughts...
That creep onto me...

Unfortunately...
I have to put myself...
Into this mindset...
To express my thoughts...
A drunken mind...
Is the truest...

Although, I do not mind...
The drink...
For it expands...
My creative soul...
And understanding...

It maybe all part...
Of the plan for my life...
In the end.

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Dark and Light

We are both light and dark...

Not of my words...
I have heard them...

My soul is filled with both...
A darkened view of life...
And a lightened reality...

I can easily draw on darkness...
And express it views...
Its terrible vision...
Its hopelessness...
I can see it...
Even absorbed it...
And express it...
It is dark...
Beyond words...
It is deep...
Churning in my soul...

So I must expel that darkness...
That darkness we all feel...
If that darkness is known...
It loses it power...
Among us...

So we must express ourselves...
To keep the dark power...
At bay...

And it is our light...
That is our power...
Power of words...
Power to come together...
Power of light...
To come together...
And unite as a soul.

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If I Could

If I could dream reality...
I could be happy...

If I could envision myself...
I could understand...

If I could believe in faith...
I could be at peace...

If I could know the answers...
I would be content...

If I truly knew myself...
I would be scared...

If I saw others as a mirror...
Would I see myself...
Or a reflection...
I wish I was.