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Chris Lane Poem
Write words
that will be scraped
into a stone
by a rebellious kid
who refused
to be owned
Write words
that will make
a hopeless sinner
never feel alone
Write words
that will move
a homeless man
from a shelter seat
to a throne
Write words
that will tattoo
the answers
to your soul
about the questions
of the future
that is unknown
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Starting to question
if reality is real
Society seated in a medicine cabinet
so nobody has to feel
The world has convinced the truth to lie
Manufactured tears produced
so no one has to cry
Everyone banking off yesterday's credit
so nobody has to go out and try
Walking plastic seems to be fine
Cowards choosing surgery
to put in a spine
I stay real and continue to live
You sold out
and refused to give
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I see beautiful words
homeless and needing a hand
I reach for my pad and pen
these times are tough
my choice of words are thin
Perhaps they choose me
tell me exactly what to say
These words we help
they also help us
they inspire us everyday
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I know Monday
I walked through your door
to see what you had in store
Everything they say about you is true
Your the movie trailer
for what the week will preview
You seem alone and brave
The weekend will hide
behind you and wave
Here we are again my friend
After today the rest of the week
will start to descend
Perfect description of you
is Blue in color
with a touch of Grey
I know you.....
I know Monday
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Bang...Bang...
Not the gun
sounds of hearts
engaged in battle
not having fun
Shells litter the ground
love is a hidden treasure
packed with ammunition
better off not found
Love is war
relationship gunfight
loaded with fools
smoking barrels
blinded eyesight
Love is never done
Love bleeds loud
Love will run
Love will kill
Love is a shotgun
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I believe Butterflies are the buffer
between heaven and earth
Just like the transformation
of a catepillar to a Butterfly
People often experience
the same kind of rebirth
The Butterfly uses it's wings
to paint as they fly
Communicating through absract art
on the canvas of the sky
The flight of the Butterfly
could be determined
by what you have done
The signal sent down
from the heavens
through the transmission
of the sun
Maybe Butterflies stay around
to keep a close eye
Acting as cab to the afterlife
for when you die
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Nights alone...
I mean in my mind
Well, even that place is crowded
and sometimes very difficult to find
My favorite time...
I mean pretending to ignore
all the concerts of talk
Turning exercise into therapy
in my head, as I go for a walk
Finally some solitude...
I mean having the ability
to manipulate my thoughts
so that I can abandon my post
To escape life,work,and people
Separating myself
like a fleeing spirit or ghost
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You ever wondered mindlessly
as you take in the scenery
then all of a sudden
you spot the one
That tenured man
staring into the silence
reminiscing on life
and all he's done
Questions come to mind
would he go back
change his steps
venture dim streets
or the great unknown
and see what he may find
What if
he was asking the same
question about you
would you stay on course
of your present journey
if you knew the results
just to see it through
What if?
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My mind is cluttered
Thoughts are spilling over
My pen is a drunk
But my words are sober
Paper wiped clean
with a dirty eraser
I'm putting down raw emotions
straight without a chaser
I'm learning me
In small
small swipes
between the blue lines
My poems are not
always full of sunshine
but that's okay
that's what makes
them mine
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Was yesterday that long ago
I can't remember ever letting go
These pictures of us
portray broken hope
Im stuck in the past with you
Scared of moving on
and having to cope
You made it look easy
When you just walked away
Everything inside me
begged you to stay
After you had left me to be alone
I would pretend to call you on the phone
The person I was hoping would answer
Is the one that I had never known
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