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Steve Coleman Poem
They say Trees breathe in,
What we Exhale.
I watched you take your last breath,
I've missed you since.
I just wonder, if the tree feels as lucky as I do.
Knowing,
That you're a part of its life now.
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The mind, is like, the four seasons.
Sometimes rain, sometimes snow.
Feels like spring.
Watch the flowers grow.
The sun shines, the clouds pass.
Don't give up, it don't last.
Just relax.
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Steve Coleman Poem
Awaken With Answers, Answers, From My Dream.
You as the universe.
Your skin was the sand.
The sand, Under my feet.
Oh what beauty, beauty for my eyes to keep.
I'd bow to worship you, down on my knees.
I would kiss the sand, for your skin is so sweet.
The beat of your heart, was as of a drum beat.
Your sweat from your breasts, was of a mountain spring.
Paradise was flowing, Shaking as can be.
For your breath was fast, fast as could be.
It was the fresh air, that I breathe.
That was the answer.
I witnessed in to dream.
You as the universe, that I could keep.
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Steve Coleman Poem
Why must I cut, the life away from the rose. Just to place it where, the dead don't know.
Maybe, they would of wanted, the rose to die on its own. For it's going to wilt there, all alone.
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Miles and Miles, away from thee.
Night after night, I don't find sleep.
Upon my bed, my heart beats.
Wondering how, the taste, of your kiss, could be.
Your picture, in the, candle light.
Is my only, company, at night.
One day, I'll hold you.
And we can be, lying in the forest.
Under it's canopy.
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Perhaps My Soul,
Is An Old Cathedral.
My Memories, Are Hymns, From Days Long Ago.
When My Heart Is Heavy, The Organ Plays Them,
Loud And Slow.
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Laughter rings like a bell, down the hallway and up the hills.
Laughter floods my memory still, sometimes it even gives me chills.
Oh see, how laughter is locked inside, like a language that will never die.
Open your mouth, let if fly. Laughter, may even make, you cry.
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Hills And Hollers.
Old Dog Collars.
Is All He Has, From His Youth.
Pelts From Some Skunk.
Rusted Farm Trucks.
That's All He Sees, In His View.
Old Cream Can, At The End Of The Drive,
That Holds His Mail Box.
Once In A While, Someone Will Stop By,
To Ask About, His Ole Pet Fox.
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Steve Coleman Poem
The clock, Is like an enemy.
Stealing, Your present moment.
Always thinking, About time, Past and future. Instead of enjoying, The Right Now.
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Steve Coleman Poem
Why must I cut, the life away from the rose. Just to place it where, the dead don't know.
Maybe, they would of wanted, the rose to die on its own. For it's going to wilt there, all alone.
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