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Aaron Crow Poem
The world did wear you down and on you passed.
Nightmares of young did press your eyes to close,
But God has gathered you and him at last.
Today we mourn for you, with hearts half-mast,
Today your joy above joins here our woes.
The world did wear you down and on you passed.
Now Zion holds you in its streets, so vast,
Your withered hands and shining soul repose.
But God has gathered you and him at last.
Gehenna reaps none of what it has cast,
Sheol takes skins and God what he now sows.
The world did wear you down and on you passed.
The space where you once stood won’t fill so fast,
Your words will warm in us what hate once froze,
But God has gathered you and him at last.
Go meet Allah and He, your loves, in grassed,
Unfettered fields. Your death on Earth now shows
The world did wear you down and on you passed,
But God has gathered you and him at last.
Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2010
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The world debates while Earth degrades.
Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2010
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Now give me hope when books begin
to bite, when school begins to strangle me.
My worries wear on me and Satan's sin
does weave and warp Hosannah's peace.
Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2010
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Surplus Kirby’s dance
Computer screens digest your time
And spit out Kirby’s.
This girl next to me
Likes writing concrete poems
(I am wasting time).
Reds turn slowly blue
Leaves disintegrate to snow
Fall turns to winter.
Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2010
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Adam Smith battles
With Karl Marx, desecrating
This beautiful world.
Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2008
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To build a fire demands the stamp of time,
A stamp that many know, but few employ.
Success means glow of light sublime
And greater time its warmth will they enjoy.
So many claim to know this flame's embrace,
But miss enduring embers, hot as one
Would ever need, but no! The panicked pace
Of lonely hearts do seek the searing sun.
I ask a simple thing: look past the flare
That kindling creates and lower logs
Much larger on the fire. This kind of care
Will shoo away the dark that light defogs.
Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2011
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Standing in one spot,
Enjoying my freedom on
A park podium.
Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2008
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Aaron Crow Poem
The following is a conversation between a classmate and I when we should have been paying close attention
to what the teacher was saying, although the subject is almost identical in both the teacher's talk and our
conversation. Each stanza is one thought, and the next is a reply from the other. I apologize for any
pretense, I tend to slip into that when writing.
Truth is undefined;
Grasp it if you dare, the air
Will be disturbed then.
Happiness is naught
Unhappiness is nothing.
Minds birth reality.
Happiness matters?
If happiness was matter,
It would be truthful.
Truth is meaningful?
Truth brings disillusionment,
Truth feeds our sorrows.
Truth appeals to Mind
Happiness to Mood, and the
Soul combines the two?
The soul embraces
Its diversity, yet it
Longs for unity.
How tortured is the soul
That doesn't seek both of them
One hand to balance...
In pieces and bits
After its foreseen failings,
A puzzle remains.
Happiness can bring
Lies and Truth; Truth can bring both
Grief and Happiness.
Illustrated by
Our lives and these lines, both
Lies and Happiness.
Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2009
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Wint'ry coats mingle
With dirty roads, revealing
Mankind's civil sin.
Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2008
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Evermore the battle wages on.
My body aches for unity,
and my house cries for reconstruction.
I cry out every day for the One,
but push the soul food aside.
Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2009
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