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Shane Solomon Poem
In the evening of my anger,
My blood has boiled to scorch,
The Ravens voice is rhetorical unto my answers
The clock will chime until it has ticked me off
The Shadows continue to play wild games;
Of dark and trickery,
Wrathful, like a widowed soul,
Lost to all bewitching madness,
Scraping at the walls, for their true identity,
Yes I believe they can talk,
They have told the many secrets,
I'm forced to speak of now,
In this house,
Chandeliers are hung like the victims of loneliness,
Shining bright at a flickers chance,
Royal paintings adorned throughout halls,
Showing solemn ancestors, burning my heart
With their wicked eyes,
Into my bedroom, where the sheets
Cut squarely against my skin;
Causing yet another irritating chafe,
Rubbing until my flesh falls off with a toss
Of the covers
Trapped by my house of anger!
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2011
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I love a good rhythimic beat
I can imitate a drum with the pounding of my feet
Whether it's rock & roll or rap
A stadium amp or a backwards cap
Any type of music makes me get out of my seat
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2011
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Shane Solomon Poem
Subtle as a sun
Risen up to a dark night
Valiant in honor
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2011
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My seed, I must admit I never even once wanted
Sitting unreallisticaly, at a doctors office
Waiting for my name to be called and to terminate this
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2011
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Shane Solomon Poem
The dark crept with its black humor
Rallied at the little girls feet
Dared her to move by casting his shadow
Made of a witches broom and a boogeyman
He screamed at the trees and made the tremble
While she grabbed tighter her blanket
Said louder her prayers
That made the dark hiss and react
Moved his apparition under her bed
Then roun' to her closet
With his shady hands he triggers a sound almost like a creek
Lulled the chill bumps from her shoulders
Shut down the night-light
Making it dim and of no help
The black of night
Will laugh into the wolfs howl
Dominating the suns anticipated descend
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2012
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Shane Solomon Poem
I've begun to calm
Like the breeze that flows in fall
Turning a new leaf
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2017
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Shane Solomon Poem
My mind is so warm
The thoughts that heat up my soul
Need to cool down again
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2017
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Shane Solomon Poem
I was walking by the loud green bushes
Their rough knees covered with the ash of webs
The whisper through angry short snip-its
As the outer edges of my skin brush past
I can hear them say
She must talk to the dead trees!
She must and she will
Their bustle gets louder in my head
Now I am dizzy stepping on the rude rocks
They are harsh and stubborn
Blocking my path forward
Keep her from the dead trees!
No! let her go she's no good
Not here she must cross
Cross the land of living through
Right on through Dead
Your nothing but stone
Enough stone can stump your growth
Here is Anastacia
In between the argument of the Garden Maze
The Pebbles that skipped on song
Draws near to Anastacia
They all pile up on one another
To take her hand
While the rest of the Garden
Stood in a disarray
Anastacia couldn't believe
How fast Pebbles was carrying her
The Maze is now a lonely blur
So is the raucous of the chatter
So far gone, But where to
Is this the way to the Dead Trees
Yes! Pebbles replied gleefully
How could they have known
What her thoughts said
Magical they stood
Trillions of diamonds
All clumped heavily together
So much it was dangerous
Of what rarity and precious
The black blue swirl grew
The sounds changed
The sound of the swirl was silenced
Closer to the Dead......
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2014
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I once had a dream of a girl that sang pop
She was only 16 dressed like a ****, so we called her prosti-tot
She went crazy and spiraled down,
Did a music video with a depressing clown
And as for the singer, Thank God! her career finally stopped
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2012
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I would like to pay attention for once
Not to zone out when their talk is low
A long time ago, sitting by myself
I vowed to keep close range with myself
Said; better to accompany the soul
Than to be lost to the rest of the world
With that being stated how dramatic the events
One begins to take themselves far away
Sitting with the masses yet kept alone
Biting down on pursed dry lips
A smack of bad manners to drop silence
Hope no one can smell my true intentions
Not to be lonely as I feel
Like one flower clinging to a life
Where all others like it have disappeared
Yes, In an invisible box
Closed tight and big like loose tongues
Dark and hallow like a rumor
Everything is scary and tense--...politeness
They think me to be rare and precious
It would turn them down I am not
I am not a follower all the time
Sometimes I can lead my way out the world
Just aimlessly drifting with a cusp of air
Higher, higher than my mind
So far up no fear just euphoria
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2014
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