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Anthony Ocampo Poem
The long spiral of life, accepting the burden of greed. Shadows of a drifter coveting the
morning sun. The warmth of childhood securities, always fearful of the descent, the naming
itch of want. The loneliness of man's fortune, saddens my heart but still it hungers. Who does
not desire more of the other? Demons sprinkle the eyes with greed, refusal bring sorrow, the
tangebell web the dance of desire lies deep in my being, the soul need to escape its fleshly
prison, haunts my dreams of nightmarish slumbers of death. The minds eye twists the will of
its master, wettening the lips with lust, need, and want. Greed, the perfumed hips of women
wickedness, maddens the desire for greed, look but don't touch the playful cousins of greed,
the voluptuous bodies of the sin brings carries the poison of lust and the money hungry
needs of wealth summons the heart pounding migraines of greed.
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Anthony Ocampo Poem
An empty silence, a lost void of agonising soullessness. Stuck between the right and
the right knows. So full of spirit waiting for the brightness of the day. Tick tock, Tick tock
comes the marching band of stillness, waiting for the blanket of cold. The rays of fear warm
my head of doubt. Love conquers all But pain and cowardice's clouds the soul. To hate,
forgive, and forget when the turnpike journey comes to claim its rider, will peace be riding
with you? The moon lit sun, the star shine clouds, the great painter of heavens and earth my
canvas has run dry. When the blackness comes I will turn and face it and when the dark
embrace this body my soul will cry, then I will know my ride is over and I will hope for
forgiveness.
Copyright © Anthony Ocampo | Year Posted 2009
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