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Aaron Canzater Poem
I met her at the ocean of the neighborhood
Thinking very bad about an appearance so good
Swimming around in shallow chlorine
Fins of elegance floating in a liquid cuisine
Purified perfections provided
Preferably by peaceful premonitions
These premonitions despite being picture perfect
They are nothing more than dark clouds of imagination
That shouldn't even be worth it
The value of the clarity
Still damages my lonely reality
Beach side sitting in the sand
Building castle walls that surround my ugly shackled feet
Looking from a far
As the brown skinned Ariel
Walks on water with new legs
Side by side with new prince
Of equal quality appearance
With another sign of pure loneliness becoming coherent
As I sink in the sand
Watching here presence drift away
All I can do is mourn
Because as the sand buries me into a grave
So did the mystique of the poolside mermaid
Copyright © Aaron Canzater | Year Posted 2011
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Aaron Canzater Poem
When does a good soul turn bad?
When does a happy face turn sad?
The new day is here, and still not glad?
What happened to your peace?
Why has that also deceased?
No need to rest in the west
Because your joy is still dead in the east
North Star is not far
To steer clear or the South Pole
Where hell is frozen over
One million degrees below
Transcend the path of necessary obstacles
Navigate through tough terrain
To make an honest living
In rough and rigid plains
Don't worry if it's not your estimated route
That is not what your plan should be about
If you erase that rain drought
There will no longer be a burden of doubt
Casting over the treacherous clout
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Aaron Canzater Poem
I'm afraid of my dreams
Because it doesn't keep my good spirit clean
I long for passionate and unholy affairs
But my eyes aren't strong
To withstand those devilish stares
Close encounters of the close and affectionate
Imaginative with the stroke of compassion
Feelings ignored to strike with loneliness
Destroyed hope is all there is for me to cope
Destiny maligned with no route to show
No fortune cookies to taste
No pot of gold, no rainbows
Let all the good fruit go to waste
Because the fear of fantasy
Keeps my mind from extracting
What the heart is constantly lacking
A casual sense of sensual intense
So much for self confidence
It died when my esteem
Said no to the love conference
I'm negative with the irregularities
Because I need the clout
To maintain the clarity
Moments of fear
Bring clearance to the ear
Coherence to the rear
Has strong influence on the ten senses that appear
Sight, Sound, Smell, Hear, Taste
Doubled when fantasizing
On the paths that I continue allow to go waste
Why can't things get better
I take dreams second by second, and letter by letter
Where does the fear come from?
Why does it exist?
I will never sleep
Until I completely understand that horrifying gist
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Aaron Canzater Poem
I'm free falling, heaven's no longer calling
The sins I've committed are beyond appalling
I dream every night without a good moment
Every vision that came became pain's atonement
I don't condone these premonitions
I don't clone my emotions
There can't be two of me in existence
Second guessing my first wishes
That set never came true
My life has been soiled
Time to do the dishes
Cleanse the spirit of dirty plates
My fork and spoons need the Ajax
Because times before with these I still ate
My intercourse sanctions sour grapes
I poured the wine through my dream's virginity
Til it no longer wakes
Dreams still remain reality's plate
Rolling on thin ice
With the sharpest of blades on ice skates
Drowning in frozen water
Baptized in ice
Anointed with another overtime dream
In the middle of hell's first quarter
These themes of dreams Reach peaks and plateaus above Earth Where the air is beyond deep
Sleeping as lung bursts out in flames
In order for my soul to keep
Copyright © Aaron Canzater | Year Posted 2011
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