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Jeremy Aguire Poem
I swear I'm stable. The rope is my agony.
I'll just walk this cable as my feet start to bleed.
This isn't fable. The end is not destiny.
I'll just fall off this cable for nothing is left of me.
I stand in the middle and stare at the ground.
We'll meet rather quickly, I dare to say.
Well I could fall around steeples without a sound.
I'm forgotten as my memories fade.
Copyright © Jeremy Aguire | Year Posted 2010
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Jeremy Aguire Poem
You're not gonna see this.
You don't even notice.
I'm not gonna stand here whispering.
I'm never invited,
to ask where my mind is.
You know I'm not generalizing.
You ask me to find it,
express my own feelings.
Do you even know what you're asking?
As long as I fit you,
and following your rules,
I receive cookie-cutter blessings.
What's part of this system?
Supporting a vision,
not rehashing the words of a saint.
Discover your mission,
get all of your words in,
and that's what I do with everything.
I'm stating opinions,
creating divisions,
to prove that there's one more side to take.
You're asking the question,
your silly invention,
that I'm gonna flip right on it's face.
Copyright © Jeremy Aguire | Year Posted 2014
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Majestic Mountain,
You Are My Beauty Today.
Stand Tall Mighty One.
I Have But One Wish,
To Let You Captivate Me.
My Eyes Are Servants.
Your Snow Entrances.
Your Power Seen Through Your Height.
It Manifests Love.
Copyright © Jeremy Aguire | Year Posted 2012
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Dip the truth in sugar. Now it's safe to eat.
Point the twisted finger. Don't admit defeat.
Carve your name in stone, just to tell your sons.
A caper bent on error, and twisted by the gloves.
Mark my mind with paint, what a wild taste.
Echo promises before the big erase.
Leave a jar on every step, you've promised and you've broken.
You're not one for the people, an elitist for the tokens.
Copyright © Jeremy Aguire | Year Posted 2011
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I'm taking a light to this bridge to burn it down.
No mothers, fathers, or brothers can help me now.
Asking these questions can only breed hurt and pain.
What if the answers your seeking are ones you hate?
I'm not the one who unraveled hidden curtains.
Manage yourself and your pride, not getting words in.
How could you coach me if nothing you do is real?
All of these facts you've just quoted don't make you feel.
Once I decide to let you across the border,
I expect help from a hand, not barking orders.
Copyright © Jeremy Aguire | Year Posted 2014
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Jeremy Aguire Poem
Another storm bringing the cold hard rain.
We've planned and toiled just to wash it away.
We've started a ditch to let water drain.
All we could manage was to dig halfway.
We put on coats and walked separate ways.
Wherever we went, clouds split and they rained.
We flooded the crops of neighbors and friends.
We've left a path from our house to road's end.
We joined back our clouds but the damage was done,
making islands to cut off everyone.
The more we tried not to, the more it would rain,
making less space for islands to contain.
Once solutions reached impossible highs,
we got in our heads to blow up the sky.
Little did we know the solution was one,
to share our raincoat and pray for the sun.
But we were young and knew even better.
Go out with glory. Target the weather.
With one final blow we could end the rain,
but, along with it, the sun and it's rays.
We couldn't remember things we would miss,
Starry nights, clear bright skies, the sun's warm kiss.
Even more so, the power of our love.
The power that once harnessed skies above.
Once we had our aim at the pitch black sky,
I held her hand, and we started to cry.
I hesitated, paused by sudden light.
I wrapped her in my coat and held her tight.
The moments that passed, turned black into grey.
The clouds in the sky began to obey.
The worst was over, the sea dried away,
and the first of many sunny bright days.
Copyright © Jeremy Aguire | Year Posted 2014
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Jeremy Aguire Poem
By: Jeremy Aguire
Contest: Build Your Own Sand Contest
Date: 09/17/2013
I didn't measure up.
Within your plans, I wasn't enough.
My life was sloughed.
Back to the pencil and I'm rebuffed.
Now I've been scuffed.
These are imperfect stains,
They're complicated and they're erased.
You've scraped against my grain.
I was replaced just to imitate,
a chosen face.
You had to finish me,
covered in sawdust of apathy.
You've made a standard theme,
a clone life built up by makeshift beams,
your twisted dreams.
I am the centerpiece,
of your imperfect philosophies.
Humiliation cease!
Bring back my sanded identity,
my tendencies.
Please pry me off and toss.
I'm not that man that you thought I was.
Your sense of right is lost,
and there's other beams to look across,
another cause.
Copyright © Jeremy Aguire | Year Posted 2013
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Measure me son, for the man I was.
My sunset has come, and the man to dust.
If I had the time, I would light your day.
But even the brightest can fade away.
I leave you now, the colors of end,
the beauty of death and a day well spent.
The darkness will come, don't be afraid,
as your light will shine, and then it will fade.
A world cannot live on light alone.
A man has a future and then he is old.
Show your warmth and touching rays,
and be remembered as the brightest of days.
Jeremy Aguire,
08/05/2013
Copyright © Jeremy Aguire | Year Posted 2013
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Jeremy Aguire Poem
A Tree Softly Weeps,
It's Boughs Over Fruitful Earth,
Until Death Ensues.
Copyright © Jeremy Aguire | Year Posted 2012
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Why the method? Why the hiding?
Was it something I was not abiding?
I am lost and a little bit unsure.
What kind of animal makes me endure?
I am not your enemy. How could you believe such lies?
At the bottom of your heart is it truly me you despise?
I count the days 'till this is all left behind.
But it's hard to live without knowing your mind.
Copyright © Jeremy Aguire | Year Posted 2010
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