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Nathan Ferguson Poem
Alyssa
A morning silhouette
A midday shadow
Cast over my paper
An evening laugh
Warming my heart
A midnight call
Beckoning me
From the familiar refuge
Of my bed
Alyssa is not perfect
Perfect is Alyssa
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Nathan Ferguson Poem
What is love?
love is an overrated sin.
The inflation of elation
leads to the frustration of creation
the provocation of ceaseless flirtation
leads to the brawling love of desired damnation
unrequited love is a powerful drug
our bodies desire is the grave that we’ve dug.
For what is to live without this thing we call love?
It is to live a life free of,
nights alone and mornings plagued by sorrow
haunted by the prospect of lonely tomorrow.
For love pricks like a thorn when not returned,
the pain of unloved lovers cannot be discerned.
It is unquantifiable, of endless bounds
of despair, love is the breeding ground.
For how could we know love without her lover, named hate,
how could we know lightness without the chains of weight?
Some say love is beautiful, elegant, unparalleled, transcendent
I say on hate, love is dependant.
How can we crave an emotion so acrimonious
An emotion inspired by a twin so felonious?
For, for one to love is for another to hate,
While one swells with joy, his neighbour must deflate.
Such a double edged sword is not one for me,
go off you lovers, seek your depressed glee.
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Nathan Ferguson Poem
The Gray Park
Our parks, are slowly covered in gray
Devoured by steel, A cement buffet.
Business is booming, but at what cost I ask
Of course not the dollar!
I refer to green obstruction, a disagreeable task
Coughing and sputtering is not reserved for cars
as asthmatic patients suffer from smog, like non smothered cigars
My park remains green, but for how long I wonder?
The gray park gains on the green, construction loud like thunder
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"what is love?"Asked my young brother
"well, thats a good question...If it is real, it is what you live for"
"whoa!" he says, "Where can I find love?"
"Deep in your heart." I say
"How?" he inquires
"When the time is right, you just fall in love, I guess..."
"Does falling hurt?" he innocently asks
"No, Of course not. getting back up, that's a different story"
Cameron LaTerre
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Nathan Ferguson Poem
Urban Vibe
I live at intersection insanity, inhumanity
Deep in the hood on avenue west profanity
Palm heights boulevard, more like roundabout of Vanity
Raining humiliation down at the High school girls locker,
With a chance of thick testosterone in the change room after soccer
Precipitation of ammunition
And an arson ignition
Deep in the hood
Causing mental disposition
In the city center, you worry for your commission
Is a whole different mind set from the alleyway of malnutrition
All over the city temperature raises,
as blood filled streets twist and turn like mazes
I need to leave town it's got a bad urban vibe
Forgive and let live is what i personally prescribe.
Nathan Ferguson
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Silent waves crash against a dull grey beach,
Where life, and death both feel just out reach
And endless plain of plain white light,
that only ceases during the moonless night
Despite my efforts to end the dark,
I can conjure up nothing,
not even a spark
The scent, lavender, and mildew
Coloured dark black with a bright white hue
Though defined they seem practically the same
Living on the edge and the borderline are two whole different games
Copyright © Nathan Ferguson | Year Posted 2011
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