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Gary Lemberger Poem
I was borne with wings of innocence
Able to soar as imagination rose
Circumstance clips the wings of young
Fate shackles Mercurian ankles in its throes
Tethered to the ground of normality
Directed to the beaten path
Tread the quicksand of conformity
Join the multitude or feel its wrath
Such is a stifling courtship with maturity
Foregoing the whimsical notions of the past
Join the age of production and gratuity
Accept the roles as they are cast
I must find those wings that let me soar
Discard these chains they call the golden age
Ride the winds that whisper of forgotten lore
And break the gates of this earthbound cage
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It is merely one voice
A faint echo within the multitude
Distinguished only by its resigned silence
Strength of desire fading away
Like a snow flake destined to disappear
Its singular beauty lost within the many
Uniqueness melts into a white blanket of obscurity
Followed by the endless parade of individual sameness
Each different yet at a distance … conglomerate
Clustered into anonymity
The flight of one becomes moot
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It’s the mirror
Reflection of confusion
Moi ?
Collection of misguided attentions
Or
The stoic compilation of self
Who
Familiar unfamiliar face
Hallowed eyes
Meets the stare of satisfaction
Youth ?
Held captive by
The gray aches of age
Resignation to
The crossroads of bygone goals
Smile
For the union of love
Frown
Of lost exuberance
Desire
To just give more
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Waves of thought crash against the shore of the mind
Eroding what was once the solid ground that was stood upon
Dark gray clouds rain down droplets of confusion
Existence in a shadowed land where the inane grows wild
Emancipation is the forbidden fruit un-tasted by hungry lips
Woe be the man inhabiting this dark and deserted isle
The air stagnant suffocates the will to escape
The chill of incoherency weakens the resolve to be free
Directionless and cemented in the angst of inability
Endless days, endless nights spent searching a barren land
Resistance is futile, drowning in pity unacceptable
Alas so is the fruitless abandon that leads nowhere
Hope is the only sustainable sustenance
And what once was can be again the sum
To the soul that dreams, what dreams may come
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Nineteen hundred and fifties poor
Canned spam and powdered eggs
Olive green cans of war surplus
Hand me downs were simply rags
Toys were non-existent
Twigs turned an imaginary joy
Silence became a fortress
Escape for a speech impeded boy
Practiced duck and covers
Communism is on the way
A race to capture a shiny moon
Amid the racism of the day
Alcohol was the numbing flavor
Before the devil brought us crack
Dreams were within hand reach
Vietnam was on the rack
Not much has really changed
The world an unforgiving mess
One wonders if God is watching
And will we pass his wisdom’s test
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