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Tony Waeland Poem
I was led to believe that inner beauty speaks volumes.
But chapter by chapter i am inclined to regret my hard reading.
The time has been worn down with cheap adaptations.
Furthering my belief that the past i should have no recollection.
She became tepid with her second hand emotions.
Sullen in voice yet destructive with sedation.
Page by page a new revelation.
The imbalance of honesty is sought for translation.
The binding may hold rigid standing to attention.
But its contents lack substance.
All questions but no answers.....
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In a age of provisions
Dealt with meager hands
Gone are the lucent
A briskness of night impounds
Vast altercations sever the thread
The youth population carries our debts.
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I regurgitate thoughts
That have no meaning
becoming circumcised from pain
And irregular breathing.
If I had loved you
Then why am I still healing
Unsentimental thinking
Has rendered me unforgiving.
A self appointed angel
Has began pilfering my demons
And the part of me you borrowed
Now hopes yours will stop beating.
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A crisp white shirt.
Designed to fit with fluency.
A language sized for lust.
To ease my vast dependancy.
Every touch is moisten.
The fingers wet the appetite.
The buttons widen with choice.
Her sent stains the embroidery.
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Consciously smelling the eloquent reds
A vibrance of colours
Rendering breath.
Scent of lilacs, taste of rain
Moments born out of something
Its all just natures strain.
Alien textures gathering dust
An avalanche of voices
A tranquil birdsong,
The helium lullaby sweeping trees
It all just a walk in the park
regardless of season.
Copyright © Tony Waeland | Year Posted 2011
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Cry alone into a opaque stupor
Arranging pain with thoughts so tender
Night began to haunt my mind
Cancelling my heart so fine
Even now My temper flourishes
Removing all sense of purpose.
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With this tourniquet tort
And an afternoon spent
A half empty receptacle
Is substance over breath.
And when the wind blows
Against blemish and reason
I'll slightly dismember
And re-curl with no recognition.
A bitter sweet current
Divides and it portions
Although today i will love you
Tomorrow may be without feeling.
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It began with acoustics
The heart started to strum
A season designed for recluses
To play their autumn songs.
Fathered green and rustling
The last trembling leaf falls
Adding to the emotion
Of sounds born out of trees.
Nature plays with music
Swallowing the vine and breath
Reds and browns colliding
Into a crescendo of fresh soil.
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Only when I have stopped thinking
And the past equator closes up
When all my friends have all been divided
My faith in humanity may be restored
An inkling of raised voices
A carpet of shattered breath
The purpose of my being
Is yet to be addressed
That old famous fragrance
Distilled nectar to my throat
Pleased me relentless
And lubricated my hurt
I began to build a facade
Laced with blood and sweat
Deliberate incisions
Drawn deep into the flesh
All those feline apparitions
Sent my body into asthmatic gasp
Peeling back my emotions
And castrating my novice heart
She had become too dominant
Restricting all open doors
My conquests became relegated
Leaving me abandoned again once more
Without reason and substance
A body will cease to care
So I sank my teeth into distance
And held a lifetime in my hands
Rich pallid Soil welcomes me
To ambitions set in stone
A new but older version of me
Now begins to live and learn.
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I'll walk out of her
And sink into something better.
Lacerate the surface
And dream of another.
Death in green water
To dark to render.
This cold fold
Reminds me of ether.
The open night offers
A new recollection
Black secrets of breathing
Control my desire.
Death in green water
Just a stagnant reminder.
Copyright © Tony Waeland | Year Posted 2009
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