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Shaun Payton Poem
I tried to sleep, in shapes and forms, not of myself, but of the darkness
and dim light.
By confessions..overdue, my mind tosses and turns,
Oh this burns, in pale colors, of a gentlemans forgotten ground.
I tried to awake,
in shades and molecules, not my own, and still alone, myself I own.
Sound and sight,
Black and white,
Hints and tints,
Of dreams I've slept,
In a crystal vase I have wept, and here the chimes of chilly winds.
I tried to see,
The captivated thoughts of another,
Beneath the skin of mine, and ticking clock of time, I could not feel, the
sound.
Dust builds up,
The collection, reads like novel ideas, of once befores, and locations
passed.
I I tried to awake of my own will,
But I feel the pain of another,
And feel helpless, this I cannot subdue, nor soothe, nor remedy with my
will to heal her.
I tried to sleep,
Yet I weep,
And also smile, there is endurance, and touching words, I hope bring a
smile to such a sweet soul.
I have no need of sleep,
In shapes and forms, other than my own,
And alone, myself I own,
But comfort comes, in waves of tones,
Of melodies she plays with unseen touch, oh I feel,
I am not alone, and neither my own,
When I sing out of tune,
And off key,
To her, in my dreams,
And when awake,
I still sing, with the chimes of her soul,
All her own.
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Shaun Payton Poem
The dictionary contains many words,
Words ill never use, and others will abuse,
In wavering forms
especially political politicians as morticians.
The mind is consumed by thoughts
Some thoughts we will never share
Not many really care
What fooled owl would hoot
Now that's truly foul!
Life is life,
I smirk at a world play
And play in the muck and plucked dishonor
But life is life in wavering forms
We could conform, but that's no fun,
We could run, but no cowards built a country
Without the price of blood and bones,
Block and stones, where will my bones go?
Bells that toll, things that roll are not square, buried bodies,
that is not fair!
Too young, too old
Bold and brazen
Hands built monuments
of ever standing moments
And life is still life in wavering forms.
Yes!
Oh life living and breathing
Won't you be my wife, my life?
These eyes, these feet, Might complete, but I am in wavering forms,
A constant creation of genetics.
My days,
Oh days, upon The death of the world,
Every sacrifice will make sense,
Its self defense thinking, in wavering forms.
My Life,
Won't you be my wife, my life?
In gardens, and with thorns,
With spirit, and heart,
The wavering forms
Come to a stand still.
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And in conclusion,
All who attend,
Shall infringe upon terriority
And situations,
With undulations of meaning and indifference.
And in conclusion,
Said person, the self,
Of concious, may preserve chivalry,
And decency in forms of conduct, private and public.
May your emotions stay true of the heart,
May your journey through your life, be of substance, whether wise or magical, or always a
battle,
Good always battles, for soul, for reason, for right, and of wrong, in conclusion,
Perfect never painted a picture,
Never gave guidance through a storm, never emptied furious waters, and never lived in
human form.
So speak heart, yes heart speak,
Of love, for friends, family, and a mate.
Speak heart! Sure! True! With resolve, with all you are, tell and shed me, Speak to her, the
deepest blood flow, she produces,
Pounds of longing, and yes speak to of love, encourage, inspire, lift up and hold close.
And in conclusion,
We live, how we live, in such poetic times, and may we be blessed with good friends and a
lover, of nuture and prosperity.
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