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Ian Templeton Poem
Just last night, I dreamed a dream
Where everything was as it seemed
And nothing at all was how it is not.
This led me to a balancing thought -
“This bed is my bed! This wall is my wall!
Why, this is not a dream at all!”
Copyright © Ian Templeton | Year Posted 2010
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Ian Templeton Poem
Of all the people I’ve ever known,
You are the first to whom I have shown
My passion, my heart, my body decayed,
The track in my mind and the train it’s delayed.
Now faster and faster to make up what’s lost,
Oh! It’s out of control, just think of the cost!
All are aware there’s only so much one can take
Before it’s too late to put a foot on the brake.
Still,
the end will come suddenly, with shock and distress,
Many will help, many more couldn’t care less
Because I am just one in 6 billion, you see,
And at least one other will take their chance better than me.
Copyright © Ian Templeton | Year Posted 2010
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Ian Templeton Poem
Look God,
It’s just one big, monstrous loop,
Viciously beating itself to death only to restart over and over again and
We, the people, are all so very sick of it.
So let’s just say we broke our own little hearts -
We’ll forget your part in the whole thing and
We can play ever so nicely and never fight again, ok?
Because
We can no longer hug each other to the highest happiness
Nor raise the lowest from the most lowly of lows.
Maybe you can give us wonderful blank new masks so
We can forget who we are and try to get along.
Oh, and we'll be very careful what we ask,
We know we might not like the answers too much.
We never do.
So please God,
Just grow up.
Calm down.
Big smile.
Little frown.
Copyright © Ian Templeton | Year Posted 2010
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Ian Templeton Poem
As I run,
Dense clouds of sound will
Descend and surround me.
Soon I will be forgotten and
Soon I will be scared.
Soon I will slow down and start walking and
Soon I will keep looking back and you
Will not be behind me,
Nor will there be any chance of you ever being behind me again.
So I will be alone forever.
I will be as alone as the truth
When it stands up for justice
In the face of an onward torrent of tremendous tyranny.
Solitude
Is a sedated soliloquy of sedition
With no known struggle to fight against.
Isolation
Is a laceration
Of a broken heart almost
Mended but unable to ever be the same again.
This is all to come.
For now I will sleep all I can
Because I cannot bear time anymore
And cannot wait to be timeless,
Even though I will be, as stated,
Alone forevermore.
Copyright © Ian Templeton | Year Posted 2010
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